I’ve drawn breath,
Rested where the sunset perfect.
Where the sun could only rise,
As perfect as one would expect.
I’ve witnessed the bluest blue,
All of the colors in their pertinent hue.
But somewhere after the shading,
Is where I’m at a loss of what to do.
I know of the stars,
I know the fairy tales.
I also know the truth of the tears,
That fall when they often fail.
I’d rather not have it,
In my vocabulary to say.
After all I’m just another dreamer,