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

albeit there

is only a dream

but what a dream it was