Another Man’s Fantasy

My life is a series of contradictions

Lost directions and plans that never get written

Surrounded by chaos

As troublesome as the seas

On a night when tempests rage at their peak

I try to live somewhere between

The rising Crest of the waves

And the point at which it breaks upon the water below

Try as I might

I drown in the white water and wonder

Will I ever truly live as I did before,

When life was young and adventures sweet?

The world so promising back then

I drown

I rise

I drown

I rise

Is the world still full of dreams that I can attain?

Or are we all just living another man’s fantasy,

Trying desperately to conform

To the picture he draws out for us

The image he wishes to see?