• Jane Burd
  June 2010

Crazy dreamer

So what does it matter when all meaningful dreams are banished by the light of the sun
So empty without those dreams, I’m happier believing you’re the one
Yet still in the empty arms of dreams I sleep
Snuggled up to the wishes and hopes I keep

So hard to keep believing when the evidence stacks up
When I feel so unbelievably alone, empty, without hope, about to give up
My best moments are in my mind, not now in this time
Wishing made up memories into my reality

Beside you all fortune and fame turn to ash
I know this is stupid, silly, romantic trash

What if my dreams turn out just like this
Empty, alone and meaningless

So where to from here?

Realisation slowly dawning of a life of constant yearning
Where is the peace, what is contentment but settling for acceptance
What use in chasing rainbows that never reach an end
What use in living life in the land of let’s pretend

But I know no other way to keep me getting out of bed
Than madly feeding all the crazy dreamers living in my head