DREAMER
They call me modern Joseph because I like to dream.
I wasn't comfortable with my little world, so I made little ones to escape into, but the problem was they were so awesome I couldn't keep it to myself. I was called a dreamer because I had learned to dream up things I didn't have, and go on talking like I owned them.
No. It wasn't greed, the world I came in just wasn't big enough for me.
Mom said I lived too high in the clouds, and to be careful because the higher I went, the more painful my fall would be. Dad never said anything but I guess he was just sorry that I had to result to a compensate fantasy world. I liked pictures and enjoyed filling up my room with painted worlds I have only head visited in my head.
People only know what I want them to. Truth is , I’ve gone in farther than they'd ever know.
I’ve seen places out of this world, extraterrestrial and mystical. Worlds that existed before the one they know. Worlds they’d only relegate as some of my twisted fantasies.
They call me a dreamer, well, who’s laughing now?
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