Day Dream

My appearance is nothing like my mind.
My heart can feel what I can not fathom;
It's like a current or a strong willed tide:
Hold it in till it's not but a sight to whom.
Believe in something more than life itself;
Though numbness is the worst and monstrous foe,
Settling dreams and hopes to the back of the shelf.
Until none knows of the feelings you hold as so,
Shattering the wish of life into a daze,
Blinding the light of heaven's fortune then.
Why must we all prepare is such a haze?
As if our days are spent in a dark den.
And so in trances our real selves do gleam,
Which is why we still have the ability to dream.