Lies.

My dreams lie.
the ones I see at night.
My goals and aspirations are different.
they can still come true.
The things that excite me while I'm sleeping,
are different from reality.
Theres this feeling I get when everythings going exactly the way I want it.
When I'm happy.
I just wish real life was that way.
I have a plan,
and I'm going to get at that.
To get myself, and my life back together.
To the point where everything else can be taken care of.