Dreamer

 I used to be a dreamer 

How bleak, its not so bad. 

I still dream sometimes. 

But i used to be a dreamer,

My days spent in the sun

My back on the ground

My body under treees

My eyes in the clouds

When i was a dreamer 

I dreamt of bright futures

Of everything I’d buy with a million dollars

Of everything I’d do if i could stop time

Of what it would be like to fly

Through pear shaped clouds 

That steal my gaze from school work

Or work, work. 

Steal me from all the things I dreamed 

I was doing. 

It’s not sad that i am no longer a dreamer.

Because i live the life i dreamed of, 

In a city where the trains roll by my window

With thousands of interesting people on them

People i could one day meet

I could one day get to know

I could one day fall in love 

The dreams are still in me. 

The dreamer is not. 

Because as I lie under this tree

With my body in the dirt

And I look up at a cloudless sky

Every dream a dreamer could dream up

What if I had gone to Yale?

What if I learn to scuba dive?

What if my next piece is what makes me someone dreamers dream of being me?

They all circle back,

Like vultures

What if you hadn’t died? 

Would you be alive if I had gone to Yale? 

Or learned to scuba dive.

What would you have said if you could visit me on my balcony, and watch the trains go by

Full of all the people you’re not

I used to be a dreamer

And I have made my peace with that

I just wish I could dream up a future,

Where I'm living without you.