I've mastered the art of dreaming,
especially during the day,
when life seems to be throwing
all kinds of shit my way.
I use my mastery of dreaming,
as the shit is being hurled.
It makes me feel invulnerable,
as I dive into another world.
But, life often brings us blessings.
That's something I can't deny.
Those blessings come in many forms,
and it's hard to understand why
they're sometimes bestowed upon me.
Note: First posted on Facebook.
