The mind does the thinking,
But it's all from the heart,
Just a reverie of things that never could be,
A trust in someone who shall never fully exist,
But just the thought of them brings me pleasure.
In a faraway place, I give a simple smile,
Moreover, the smile occurs in actuality too,
A place filled with laughter, and silliness, and joy,
As I wish for a just single smile back home.
My song of merriment and high spirits.
While a song of heartbreak plays on earth,
A place where I can be my true self,
A blissful place where I can escape,
From the misery that is dragging me down.
Foolish, some people would call it.
Having hope in things that will never happen.
I keep it all carefully concealed within.
In hope that one day, the impossible is possible.
And the sun breaks apart the clouds,
And people realize who I really am.
But for now I shall keep my dreams inside my heart,
Safe from darkness, hurt, and pain,
And the cold, hard, truth threatening, to take it all away.