I'm just a dreamer

Floating around on my little cloud

And happy enough, I suppose.

But it's in that supposing that I wonder whether there's more

Why should I need to accept that this is all there is, ever?

There must be more than this.

And yet, if there is, I cannot see it

All there is is fog

Surrounding, trapping me

Although I don't complain.

I'm fine here

I get by.

I just wish I knew whether there was anything else.

So I could stop wondering.