Voices in my head take me through a dream.
I call it imagination, others call it crazy.
Bring me back to reality, I shake my head rapidly.
Nothing is keeping at ease.

Down another drink, I tell myself.
Its the easier way to escape from reality.
People just laugh at me as a drink so quickly.
I shake my head and forget about my crazy.

Run faster away from reality
I tell myself I am chasing my dreams.
Fall into a pit of misdirection
trying to find my comfort blanket to sleep.

Trick myself into the future.
Awake to misguided thoughts.
Down another drink I tell myself.
Chasing the crazy out is all I have got.