She said – he said, two degrees of separation
Sometimes I feel that my life is in not in my hands.
I think that I need to sketch a chalk line in my brain.
Sometimes a dream is the reality of a life I’ve imagined.
The way I imagine I see it is a vision and not the way it is at all.
Life and dream are miles wide and can reduce me to tears,
settle my head deep in reality and not fly on in dreams.