Thought I was a daydreamer, but my eyes were open wide,

No ideas, thought the inkwell had long since dried,

Can’t seem to focus, can’t find the drive,

No energy, but at least I’m alive,

These thoughts been bouncing around my head,

Real life is unlike any fantasy I could have read,

I don’t understand what I’m feeling in any measure, but I know that you believe it’s wrong,

No matter what I need to find my own way, because under pressure I won’t last long.