I am a Dreamer

I am a dreamer
but a foolish one at that
watching life pass me by
while my dreams sit on a shelf
gathering dust like the books I've already read.
Letting love linger
in a crevasse I can't bear to discover
one I gently prod with touching nothings
but can never simply face.
I guess the heart is conditioned to sadness
the only possible purpose being served
as a freezing dish.
A dreamer lives by dreaming
when the only part he wants to play is creator,
of something spectacular and void
of misgiving or despondence.
He drowns in the misery of misappropriation.
Let the dreamer dream.
Create or die wishing.