Dawning Creations

There are thoughts that linger,
thoughts that don’t feel
like my own,
battling a different kind of torment,
in a war I never chose

I’m dreamer,
yearning to be alive,
to choose the present
and try to save my life

I’m a dreamer but I’m coming
back down to earth
just for a little while
until earth can hold me here,
have my imagination
hold me in both worlds,
stepping precariously,
upon the line you’ve created for me.

How can I
expect you to understand?
Perhaps, you did once
and my expectations are too high.
Perhaps, you still do
but you’ve somehow learned to fly.

Torrential rain is pounding over me,
aiming to knock sense back into my brain
I’m a dreamer,
but I want to feel alive,
to come away from the world I’ve constructed,
to live outside of my head