Daydream
I'm a woman waiting for
A better life for myself
Trauma of the real
I was a child once
With big dreams

Wishes
I believe the pretend will catch
Up to me, fulfillment written
By me, I'll just be
With nothing wrong inside

Body in pieces
A little person anxious
With psychic death

Somewhere maybe someday
I'll get what I want
But I won't want it when I get it
Never meant to be
Happy or completely new

Take these dreams and tear into them
A'll I have is unreal screens
Hands the ones to hold I'll die alone
Stuck here in all that I am
The real demands one solitary path
My forever desire and regret