Mixed messages
all around
chase your dreams
advice abounds

Reality is sleeping
quiet in the bed
as typing bleeds
words left unsaid

Dr Phil preaching
to the less than happy
I wonder if these words
are just as crappy

I walk the walk
the bills to pay
and the words I write
at the end of the day

Sneak onto paper
as my whole house asleep
I keep them safe
and still my dreams I keep