I dream of the sun and the dreams it allows my eyes.
I try to aspire to greater things,
But the mellow afternoons and the whisper in your eye is what I crave.
I can’t pretend to be great.
I am merely the dreams I create.
To bar hop and drink,
I Just try to find the land I wish to desecrate.
I view and discriminate
And hate the crowd of which I mix.
Just to catch your wandering eye,
Is the moment of excellence in which I will abbreviate.
That sentence may sound as if to rhyme for you,
I’m sure I meant it not as so.
I will only be the armor of a man,
That you have been so desperate to clad yourself in.
I have lied so many times,
That no one knows my truth.
I swim these backwaters of my mind,
To find you’re desperately seeking, something more than an update status of what I am caught up in.