Is a daydreamer a failure?

I can’t contextualize my place in reality,

They say it’s because my head is in the clouds.

My thoughts are far from the clouds,

They touch Mars, orbiting the solar systems.

When forever ends, the thoughts in my head won’t count for anything.

No one will be left to hear them.

Unless it is spoken, it never existed.

My best friend sees the world in colors when people speak.

My mother speaks in fire and my father speaks in air.

Fire burns and air is a temporary breath of relief.

We are chalked up to what people see and remember,

When the hard drives of our brains are full, memories start to fade.

I always liked listening to people talk.

The world is tied together like a detective’s board,

trying to solve a string of murders.

I remember what they say, what they do, 

I don’t know who they are in passing.

In between, it’s an adorable illusion.

Fluffy like a cloud, swelling until the rain comes pouring down,

With the storm comes lightning.

It brings my father's air and my mother’s thunder.

Now, I’m grateful to not have to listen to people speak.

No one can hear through walls of water.

I should speak up more.

If the earth ends tomorrow, the only thing left will be space and dust.