Dreamer

I'm waiting for things I cannot have,
Believing in things I cannot see,
Hearing words that are not said,
Ah, curse you, fantasy!

I've learnt to be practical the hard way,
But my mind drags me down a dream,
Holds my hand, makes me sway,
If only, reality would set me free.

Tell me, tell me, how could I survive
In a place where hopes go to die
Tell me, tell me, how could I cut the thread
Of the truth and be a dreamer, instead

I write a song
And my flight of fancy is gone
I'm back to my chores
Never asking for more

Sometimes,
In a moment of weakness,
My Atlantis consumes me,
Imploring my soul,
Urging to flee...

Tell me, Tell me, how could I survive
Never summoning the courage to ask why
Tell me, Tell me it's not just in my head,
I want to be a dreamer instead.