The Dreamer
As far back as I can remember all I ever wanted was to fly. I dreamed of being an F-14 pilot, talked about it every day and I believed with my heart and soul that I could do it - it was my life dream.
As I grew older I realized I'd never achieve this dream because of my poor vision. This made me bitter and resentful, but I never fully gave up on this dream.
Then I met you and you were better than my dream, it was so easy to love you and eventually I forgot about my dream of flying and all that mattered was you.
Even today, you are what I want for my life, you are what I constantly think about and you are what I dream about.
As I get older I can feel my faith in achieving my dreams fading away from me. I don't know why, but it seems that all I can do anymore is fail. It seems as though my imagination is too big for my reality to accommodate. I know that you will never love me again, I'll never go anywhere useful with my music and I will never be able to fly - yet I dream...
My dreams have become torturous, reminding me of my failures, my inadequacies and the future I'll never have.
Even in my dreams I don't know how to act around you, I don't know how to talk to you and I don't know how to keep you - I just wake up feeling empty, alone and rejected. Yet, all I want to do is go back to sleep to be with you and to re-live the dream to find the answer - the right way to make the dream end where I am successful in making you love me and I don't have to feel this way anymore.
Instead the day betrays me, casting it's light through my window making it impossible to sleep, to dream. Even worse the light penetrates the memories of my dreams, perforating them until all I have left is a vague concept of what was dreamed and despite my inability to recall the details, I can still feel EVERY ounce of the hurt.
It's pathetic to wake up wishing I could go back to sleep just so I can tell you that "I love you and I'm sorry...", to live a fantasy where you might love me too or even just to see your face again as though I feared that it might be the last time I ever see it if only in one final dream of me and you...
A dream should never be so painful and every day my dreams hurt just a little bit more...
In the end it's become so clear, in one way or another all I ever really wanted was to fly...
A man should be able to live his dream or at the very least die chasing it...
As I grew older I realized I'd never achieve this dream because of my poor vision. This made me bitter and resentful, but I never fully gave up on this dream.
Then I met you and you were better than my dream, it was so easy to love you and eventually I forgot about my dream of flying and all that mattered was you.
Even today, you are what I want for my life, you are what I constantly think about and you are what I dream about.
As I get older I can feel my faith in achieving my dreams fading away from me. I don't know why, but it seems that all I can do anymore is fail. It seems as though my imagination is too big for my reality to accommodate. I know that you will never love me again, I'll never go anywhere useful with my music and I will never be able to fly - yet I dream...
My dreams have become torturous, reminding me of my failures, my inadequacies and the future I'll never have.
Even in my dreams I don't know how to act around you, I don't know how to talk to you and I don't know how to keep you - I just wake up feeling empty, alone and rejected. Yet, all I want to do is go back to sleep to be with you and to re-live the dream to find the answer - the right way to make the dream end where I am successful in making you love me and I don't have to feel this way anymore.
Instead the day betrays me, casting it's light through my window making it impossible to sleep, to dream. Even worse the light penetrates the memories of my dreams, perforating them until all I have left is a vague concept of what was dreamed and despite my inability to recall the details, I can still feel EVERY ounce of the hurt.
It's pathetic to wake up wishing I could go back to sleep just so I can tell you that "I love you and I'm sorry...", to live a fantasy where you might love me too or even just to see your face again as though I feared that it might be the last time I ever see it if only in one final dream of me and you...
A dream should never be so painful and every day my dreams hurt just a little bit more...
In the end it's become so clear, in one way or another all I ever really wanted was to fly...
A man should be able to live his dream or at the very least die chasing it...