THe paRt aBoUt wAkiNg uP

Sometimes i get lost in the words
in the world of illusion and magic and dreams
the world where promises are kept
and everything’s just what it seems

and I laugh because today i can live for today
and tomorrow is open and free
and yesterday i lived like i wanted to live
and i just get to be me

and i dream my dreams without limits
and I dream them in color so vivid and bright
and I hope for the things i was scared to hope for before
and I hope for them with all my might

and I live and I love and i laugh
till the tears run down my face,
and across my cheeks, and past my smiling lips
down the crevice of a dimple, and somewhere find a place

and I dance in the rain because who cares?
and I catch snowflakes on my tongue, and I sing out loud
and I’m not afraid to ask questions or demand answers,
I’m not afraid to disbelieve, or to wonder what life’s about

and I love this world of illusion
I crave the magic, the essence, the love
I love it so much that I hate the part-
the part that involves waking up