Scatterbrain Dreamer

stay off the ground and live in lost beautiful sound up in the clouds above waiting and watching hummingbirds and doves fairy tales roaming through my mind stories like no other kind can't see the forest for the trees can't see what's in front of me because of this disease but somehow I press on and live everyday once upon lost in my own head rather live there than earth instead meandering through my thoughts some of which I've already forgot because they go so fast and somehow I can recall parts of the past and it pains me and I wish to be free so I try to stay off the ground and let grace abound the odd man out pacing about the only time I dream is during the day for that is the only way to dream a dream rather than to scream a scream and look up high into the azure sky into the fiery sun until the day is done and do it over and over again breathe; begin morning calls after the howling of moonlight's end