The trouble with being in a lovely daze

Yesterday was the first day of the rest of my life.

They took my dream and told me that i wasnt good enough. Took my dream and crushed it. They is me and i am they. I am them and i am lost.

They took my dream and scattered upon the waters of the ocean; i watched my dreams sink to the bottom and fade to obscurity, swallowed into the darkest night. I am them and they took my dream.

They took my dream and woke me up so i can never go back to sleep.

The trouble with being in a lovely daze is that you're woken up to: "whats the point?"