I Am the Dreamer

I am the dreamer, the architect, the creator of my own world.

I wonder what it would be like to live the comic books I wrote and drew.

I hear the chatter, the conversations I scripted.

I see the characters I designed, interacting with each other.

I want to intervene, but cannot because it will change the story.

I am the dreamer, the architect, the creator of my own universe.

I pretend to know nothing, acting as another character, another face in the crowd.

I feel sympathy for those whom I have already doomed.

I touch the objects around me, books, pens, desks, and their tangibility all too real.

I worry of the guilt I'll receive, knowing of the hardships I have set up.

I cry without tears, for how tragic the play's unknowing actors have been made.

I am the dreamer, the architect, the creator of my own reality.

I understand that even in my own creation, I must go with the flow.

I hope to awaken from this too real and very dangerous dream world.

I say all the right things as to never be suspected before I can arise from my slumber.

I dreamt in the beginning of this wild plot, but now I imagine of the real reality.

I am the dreamer, the architect, the creator of my own world.