• Please don't call me crazy
    Don't say that I'm insane
    Please don't think that I am stupid
    Or think that I am vain

    I am but a dreamer
    A storyteller of sorts
    My thoughts are rather blissful
    Although sometimes they contort

    I dream of large castles
    Of butterflies and seas
    Of rainbows bursting through the sky
    And playful elves who tease

    So why am I so crazy?
    The question's overdue
    Are you jealous of my foolish thoughts?
    Do you want to dream them too?