Sometimes I think life is a dream,
Not because it’s full of wonder,
But because I’m thought as obscene;
An oaf fuelled by thoughtless blunder.
Dream I do when asleep I am
And in dreams I would rather stay,
Far from those who don’t give a damn
If I ever just went away.
They may say that I’m a dreamer,
But know I’m not the only one.
They act as though I’m a schemer
Because I dream endlessly on.
One day I’ll fail to awaken,
After the last I lay my head,
And then they’ll sob their hearts right out;
Meaningless to me… now I’m dead.