Just Another Dreamer

I'm just another dreamer on the outskirts of reality

but I can no longer separate what's real from what's not

immersed in my own longings, lost in my own thoughts

all I see are perfect illusions from the utopia in my mind's eye

I am surrounded by a mirage in the desert of life,

the brainchild of my imagination,

with visions of a perfection that in no way reflects the truth

perhaps I should be thankful that I'm all but dreaming

rather than seeing the ugly reality behind this unconsciousness

This is too beautiful a lie for me to believe

but I can't accept the alternative, the extreme opposite

when I'm just another dreamer on the outskirts of reality.