Do You See?

There used to be a time
When the rain was all I craved
Maybe with two arms to hold me close

There used to be a time
When all I did was dream
And all my dreams I wrote

I dreamt with my eyes open
I dreamt with my eyes closed
But they were never tired

My mind, working like a clock
Always on the go
Waiting for no man
I constantly engage in my endless dreams

Outside, on the balcony
I would seat and write my pain away
I was inspired by things that I could not see
Things that could not be heard with our human ears

I could see lights where there was darkness
I could see sunshine were there were rainy clouds
I imagined a kiss on the lips where there was hatred
I saw myself falling in love in the midst of trouble

I fell in love with my dreams
Stuck in them one might say

I’m the type to paint the night skies a different shade of black
I’m the type to seat by the window and become absorbed by nothing
I’m the type to have converations of nothing and everything with myself
Yet I loathe that I think about myself so much

Some claim to be a work-in-progress
I think i might be a manuscript stuck in a jammed computer
I stay put