Inside my head

Making dreams inside my head
Come alive and then fall dead
Reality seems more misled --
Than any fantasy inside my head

Pictures come in bright relation
To bring alive these expectations
Strings of scenes with perfect lines
Swing between what's real --
And really just a dream

Words and phrases float in spaces
Hopes and hurts and lonely faces;
Fear and tears and long lost places;
Passion, love, and great elation
I take and place and fit them in
Like puzzle pieces - from beginning to end

A force that aches to have its voice
I make and form them into words
To read, to sing, to share and live
Right on the brink of falling in

I weave and spin where I cave in
The line fades thin, then pulls me in
I make, create, and breath it in
When I come out from being in;
I find the world much different then
Not at all the same as what I made

My thoughts unwind, conflict with time
Surprised again that stories end
Just where they begin --
I made it up inside my head