a dreamer's livelyhood

   
   
   
    I once had a dream that I could fly; wish I could have that dream any given time; I felt free-unfortunately it was just a dream-it spoke to me-was pulled from out of the hand of gravity's grasp;  
   
    there were no obstacles in my path-i flew, and then I'd land-nothing there to make me feel less than what I am;  
   
   but when I'm here-im anchored to the bottom of the deep blue sea-dying slow with the ability to barely breathe; entering tomorrow with that anchor on my feet....  
   
  reminding me of all the empty all around and inside of me....    
   
    I once had a dream that I could fly; wish it meant my last lullaby to sleep-and that I "died"-and that this would be my new life-and that doubt wouldn't ocuppy my mind....  
   
   
    there were no obstacles in my path-a clear sky; a peaceful broad daylight-delight....    
   
   
     but when I am here-the land of dilemma; "home" is a place that is built just to timber-if the rent isn't met-then an ice cold December will freeze one to death- because human ain't so kind....  
   
      
   this place isn't right-my heart's with the ones who left-when that's the way things went-i often think in the back and front of my mind about my time....