Illusions say to us what we want them to say
Dreams say what we want the future to be
Reality says to us things we don’t always want to hear
I say thoughts that aren’t always about you
I stay up worrying about everything and nothing
It is about where do I fit?
What am I to you?
Always the same questions?
This time I don’t know what to expect
We weren’t what we were yesterday
We are not what we are today
What will we be tomorrow?
If I believe I am crazy, if I don’t believe I am crazy
I don’t want to be a hollow shell of myself,
I don’t like being lost in my mind, lonely
I want to be real, present, with you
Today, tomorrow and forever after.
Is that an illusion, dream or reality?