I want to write something today.
I want to tell a story that has never been told.
I can feel it deep down, but not in my soul.
A story that no man knows.
The ideas are just floating, but they do not have a place to land.
I keep wanting this dream, but I keep waking up from it.
When will I stop wishing upon a star, and let it happen?
I need this dream, but I am starting to see maybe it does not need me.
Misconception 