daydream at dawn, daydream ‘till dusk
— this is what you do to me,
induce me into a stupor
so conscious and involuntary.
I fall in and out of imagined situations,
dance between hope and tragedy.
I’ve been trying since the age of six,
but I’m not good at choreography.
You spin me out of reality
into a world of you I’d rather stay,
daydreaming feels a lot like sleepwalking,
and this is how I spend my days.