Too Good For Your Secret Truth

So you think you have what it takes to soar on the wings of success to bask in the warmth of luminescent imagination. So you think you wrote the book another been there done that scene too envious to reveal your secret truths. So you think that you can be a creator Mold the world with your bare hands make everything beautiful with a wave of your wand. But something keeps you from awakening you've drown in the sandman's powder what will it take to make you see speak of what is inside yourself A woman speaks to you in your slumber telling you of your flaws and your idiosyncracies you finally awake from your dreamland cold sweat upon your weary brow someone finally called you out what tall tales can you speak of now.