The daydreamer

Hey!

She isn’t there.

Thinking about something,

Smiling to herself.

Often by herself,

So she could dream,

about the best things that could happened.

Reality doesn’t like her,

So doesn’t she.

That’s alright,

because she isn’t from here.

Staring at the clouds,

there’s nothing.

Inside she’s happy,

that she’s free.

Everything is great,

everything goes her way,

until someone interrupts,

her private space.

Dreams aren’t real,

said the young man.

She doesn’t care,

because reality can be mundane.

As magical it could be,

she doesn’t have the ability,

to tell apart,

what’s real,

and what’s fake.

As long as she’s happy,

nothing has to change.