I find myself often dreaming
but dreams are but a fragmented reality
they say "Woe to my mind, be it insane!"
They sing fear to the trouble that runs through my veins
I find the backlash and throw it
for I need not anger
for what is a mind that is ordinary?
Desires mundane and futures dull
for what is a life without adventure?
Without the risk where is my adrenaline?
So woe to my mind, be it insane
Rather, to be insane, then mundane
To fly in the sea and dance upon the air
is only a dream
but what a dream it was