Maybe it's the ink,

that runs through my veins.

Or the fantasy world,

that I live in during the day.

Perhaps it's the stories,

that play out in my brain.

Or the battles,

that I struggle to keep at bay.

With the imaginary friends,

that stand by my side.

See, there are a lot of things,

that go on in my mind.

Some of it's dark,

and some of it is beautiful.

Some of it brings life,

some of it may be spoken at my funeral.

But I know one thing,

these words shall not be easily washed away.

If you even just knew an inkling,

of how many times they've saved the day.

Then perhaps you wouldn't be so quick,

to brush them all away.

And it might sound a little drastic,

but this is just what goes on my brain.

Oh, and maybe it's the ink,

that pulses through my veins.

Or the fantasy world,

that I trek through every day.

Or maybe,

I'm just lost in my own dreams.

Because they always say,

things aren't quite as they seem.

But just do yourself a favor,

and know this.

That my dreams?

They won't be quite so easy to forget.