Forever lost in thought, imagination running wild,
Always wondering about things that can be, things
Possibilities are endless in a mind that dreams,
Reality is a constant but a daydreamer can escape
And see what he wants to be.
At times a story of fantasy is his dream,
Knows when to open his eyes.
Sees what's in front of him,
Never loses sight of that which can really be.
A daydreamer takes a break to catch his breath,
To imagine and understand what is and what is not.
There is faith and hope in his eyes,
Nothing so wrong as to dream, to keep one's self alive.