The Dreamer and the Poet

The bottle is open

And he drowns once again

In the sorrow and despair

Of his everlasting pain

Oh why won't they let him

Dream without a care?

They're too attached to life

And looking worse for wear

The wine is his saviour

It helps him feel at ease

He has nothing else left

And a coward is all he sees

They tell him he's weak

That he can't face reality

When they're too blind to see

He's encouraged by liberality

Then comes the poet

Who they also love to abuse

They think he's like the dreamer

So his options he does peruse

He can't find a reason

And he's left without a rhyme

His head always spinning

Losing track of time

How he longs to go back

To when he used to feel alive

When he depended on each verse

Because he wrote to survive

Now he feels lost

Surrounded by this hate

From people too scared

To unlock Heaven's gate

The one which leads to freedom

Where peace can finally be found

But 'til then he'll sit and write

About this life to which he's bound.