Dreams

Am I still on the right track?

Am I still breathing?

Do I still have a pulse?

My head is in the clouds

Everything in my mind is a magic moment

I need to look at the big picture

Getting real

But I don’t want to lose my imagination

And become a puppet

They take me for granted

They take me for granted

I told you not to run with me

And now you are hurt

They take me for granted

They don’t know how sharp I can be

How I can cut through tougher

They take me for granted