I’m Just Dreaming
My imagination betrays me
into hearing the sound of your voice.
It tricks me into thinking
that I’m living in some fairytale;
that this world is made of my own design
and I can see it through the eyes
of a spectator,
as I make every perfect mistake.
I know that life does not work this way,
but I still can’t help but wish
that I could walk out of this dream
and see you standing there,
your smile bright,
your hand extended.
Oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful?