the dream went like so:
it was late night and i was drinking,
heavy drinking on my third one.
it all came to me.
i knew all along.
i am who i am and people love it,
so they say.
actions speak louder in my dream,
i was ran.
through their perspective they told,
they were jealous of my bag.
this doesn’t make sense,
in the dream it was whole lot of nonsense,
if you tell me.
mystic or misfit?
i could not tell.
I WAS PERFECTLY FINE,
MAKING UP MY OWN DREAMS.
my daddy once told me:
ONLY WHEN YOU WAKE UP,
YOUR DREAMS WILL COME
ABOUT.
what happens if it’s a nightmare?
it’s a rebuttal,
i only cause trouble.