If for a day,
I lived a life with all things good;
I would do it if I could.
She passed me with
a smile that made me enamored.
But it seemed she wasn't real
(And never would be!)
All things must surely
come back down, I know;
So if I fall in this lucid world,
won't somebody catch me?

It's twisted,
I live in this kind of fantastical world.
It's misted,
My mouth is sewn shut, (as it feels so)
and I can't say a word.
Sometimes what you wish for,
can have a certain disdain.
I am alone in my fantasies,
all I can feel is my killing pain.

It's saddening,
I should be at my highest joy.
It's maddening,
But I can't grasp my hope anymore.
All I live is inside a dream,
and it won't be fading at all it seems.
But I lay still as I started to cry.

It's wonderful,
to feel what I never have.
But like they say,
there's always too much of a good thing.
So I break out of my colourful dream,
and find what I want on my own means.
I will find love on my own (for a pathetic case)!
Certainly, I will learn if it takes an extra mile;
I will teach myself to smile.