I will follow you into the dark

I live with my head high in dreamy clouds. Reality is not for me, its not my cup of tea. People look at me with disapproval, 'its a recipe for disaster,' they say,' you're too young, and too naive to know the intricacies of life'. I hear their voices cluck with disapproval,' come down from there, dreamer. The clouds are not safe.' I smile gently,' maybe one day,' I reply,' maybe one day.'

But I never will.

Reality is not for me. My dreamland is my home. My belief is the foundation. I am never going back down there. I cannot leave everything I believe in. No, I will not. No matter what you say.