I have always been a dreamer

It's the thing I do best

I like to go places in my head

And escape from all the rest

I live in a cabin in the woods

In Scotland, my favourite place

Or travel to a romantic city

With a smile on my face

I meet a brilliant stranger

Or I wander on my own

Creating exciting stories

With someone, or alone

Sometimes there is love

Other times just me

Occasionally a wild night

Or two or maybe three

I fall for a stranger

Who happens to fall for me

Or I adventure by myself

Sketching everything I see

Now the problem with dreaming

Is that I have to wake up

And ask myself do I want this

Or need to fill my cup

Because life isn't this wild

Or magic, or free

But it could be if I really wanted

To make these dreams a reality