i could dream..but reality has me on my knees begging..
I could be smiling all the time but life has me hanging by a thread..
I could be writing all the time but my mind,heart and soul never agree on what words i should use..
I could be in love but irony happens that he has evaded me still..
I could be the free spirited poet,but the wind of change has my wings bended..
I could pretend to be her but my personality broke the cage and let me loose..
I could be truthful all the time but lies feel sweeter..
I could believe in life ever after but i have never spoken to a ghost..

I could finnish this but then again..