The highs are usually fantasy thoughts,
When I picture a better life for myself.
I become the striker who scores the winning goal,
The author whose books stay at number one,
The photographer whose pictures always come alive.
The lows are reality.
A place where I sometimes don’t want to be.
Where I keep going from one bad @@@ to another,
All of last year’s dreams becoming next year’s dreams,
And success is always being shared amongst others.