In Dreams

I was niave to blindly believe
That such a thing would forever last
That I could embrace a lasting future
Always dwelling in the past

I am simply misunderstood
Fiction by my brooding days
Fact by night, in blissful ways
Living life by dreamy haze

I fear the day that I may wake
And see that all I am is fake
This was wrong from the start
Now from this life, I solely part