The Dreamer

After he & his friends had fun,
It was time to call a night instead of grabbing a bun,
And so they left waving goodbyes,
Left him in his car staring at his cell phone,
For some reason he just wanted to hear her,
So he dialed her numb3r for a try.

They chatted & got to know what’s been happening,
They seem to have a good time spending an hour crapping,
The day after tomorrow they continued flirting,
Soon after that it literally became a dream.

Dream? What dream? Like a fantasy?
Like the obsession of the hardcore in their virtual world?
Or the ones who hide in their rooms controlling puppets,
to go outside the world of perfection?
Or escaping into a living body abandoning your
legs that is unable to function?

It’s actually none of the above,
What he’s enjoying is just a one sided love,
I wonder how pathetic can he dig further,
By painting his stupid smile with laughter.
Tell me you fool, are you ever gonna wake up?
Even though you know it’s a fact,
Yet you still throw yourself in this stupid act.

I guess it’s the same as saying,
A person getting him/herself with drugs,
It feels good yet it kills,
Like the life of his is now a mirage,
Tell me you fool, what benefit do you get?

He then looked at me & said…

“Everyone has a dream,

The dream to reach to the top, the dream to find the one,
Sadly all these are just a flop, as in reality there is none.”

“So let me dream what I can dream in this real fantasy,
And when I wake up from this, I can look back and say…
that was a nice dream.”

…hmp seriously you're a fool, really...

But yeah, that was a nice dream.