A contained mess, one might say
is how I micromanage my life
My days, assignments, meetings
are all in order
But my mind,
is in disarray
I am in a battle with my logical rational
and the sweet daydreamer trapped inside
that pleads to give others another try
"This is how the story goes,"
she pleads.
"This is the journey you are
meant to go on,"
she begs.
But my left-side cannot stand by
and watch the daydreamer
ruin my psyche
There comes a day when you
must look the daydreamer in
the face and say,
"When will it end?"
And then you're standing there
Drowning in your reality
Forced to eat the sour
truth without the sugar coating
and then you realize...
as much as you love the daydreamer
she does not always have
the best intentions for your
mind.
The sugar is sweet
but it doesn't
help you
grow.