Living in a world full of skeptics,
I still find myself staring longingly into the distance.
I still find myself dreaming more than I consider reality.
I have my head stuck in the clouds.
When I return to my reality,
I am not near as pleased.
My dreams keep me sane.
I don't want to be brutishly chained to hopeless realities.
I want to soar in the worlds of natural impossibilities.
I want to dream big
and I want to make the skeptics believe my fantasies.
If I have accomplish even one thing, I have not failed.
I have succeeded well at holding onto my kite.
My rainbow kite of dreams.