That’s what they called me.
A dreamer, with an unrealistic point of view.
It baffled me,
Who were they to tell me how to dream?
My old fashioned, revolutionary opinions were mine and mine alone.
How dare they drown my glory
In their stifling, single minded poison.
How dare they squander my hope,
With their so-called wisdom and
Skewed versions of right and wrong.
Cut off my wings and bottle my light,
I promise I will push the bands of reality’s laws;
Break the monotony
Of a broken and grey world.
Tell me I can’t and I absolutely, most assuredly will.
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