daydream by camo

So I've changed a lot. Like, A LOT. I started drawing again, I write poetry now, and I'm even working out. I'm starting to get the ink I've wanted for years and decided I WILL get to pierce more than just my left ear. Now every time I relax there's movies in my head of what life might be. I really like the one that fades in on me in my torn, beat up jeans, arms that actually fills my sleeves, sleeves on AND in my skin, steel in my ears, nose, and lip, standing on stage at an open mic night tellin' the whole room how it is. Gain the notice of a cute, brainy chick, she asks me to take her home and when we're all alone I get to put a piece of me in her soul then ask her in the morning, "now where are WE gonna go?" I know it may be a bold assumption but I'm calling it now that I WILL find that happy wife to put in my life and smile as we grow. Have a job I love, build my big Chevy truck, riding horses through the mud, drinkin moonshine in the daylight with a group that makes it feel alright to be me. Now this may be wrong, but I believe that if you're happy with nothing you have no reason to push for something so what's the point in living? So I'll keep it goin 'til I can see my daydreams with my eyes open.