Why do I sit here?
Trying to imagine my name in lights.
Fireworks, KABOOM, and
the cheers sweep me away.
The rain hits my face and
and takes my breath away,
but in a good way.
Worry not in sight,
O it is so far out of my reach,
like it hates me,
so I just sit here and think.
Maybe this reality is where my mind needs to rest.
Maybe "the dream" is a façade to steal my joy.
Maybe the "success" is an illusion?
It's purpose may be to take away my current smile
that remains broken,
for I continue to live in my dreams.
In my mind,
in a false reality.
Moment surround me with eyes for now,
with eyes for vision in this very hour.
Before the hour is gone,
& my mind dreams up more out of my reach.