Wandering Dreamer

You told me face the truth, wake up, grow wise But I've chased this dream for so long through endless skies My dreams reach high but my feet drag low Through the mud and the shadows where nothing grows I thought I was different, I thought I was strong But maybe I've been wrong all along I looked at the world and scoffed at their way Calling them cowards for walking astray But now I wonder if I've been blind Lost in a dream leaving reason behind I'm a wandering dream, stuck in between Caught in the echo of what could have been They've built their homes, they've found their place While I'm still running, lost in the race Should I let it go, this weight I've carried Or keep holding on to the life I've married Is this a dream or a cruel disguise A quiet escape or a fool's demise The faces around me are steady, secure While I drift like a shadow unsure Their lives feel solid, their paths feel clear While I'm stuck in this endless frontier Was my pride my shield, myself made lie To tell myself I'm better because I still try But now I feel tired, the road feels long And I'm questioning if I still belong I'm a wandering dream, stuck in between Caught in the echo of what could have been They've built their homes, they've found their place While I'm still running, lost in the race Should I let it go, this weight I've carried Or keep holding on to the life I've married Is this a dream or a cruel disguise A quiet escape or a fool's demise Maybe dreaming isn't the problem I face But the fear of standing still in one place What if I stop, what if I rest Will I still be myself or just like the rest I'm a wandering dream, but for how long Will I always feel like I don't belong Is it courage or pride that keeps me here Chasing a dream year after year The mud on my shoes, the weight on my chest Is this the path that I know is best I don't have the answers but still I'll try To chase the dream until the day I die Will I always feel like I don't belong Is it courage or pride that keeps me here Chasing a dream year after year The mud on my shoes, the weight on my chest Is this the path that I know is best I don't have the answers but still I'll try To chase the dream until the day I die