always questioned

What I would give to know the warmth that your arms possess
The truth behind your benevolent tone
The true image that is seen through your luminous eyes
When you look at me
What is passing through your mind?
Are your words not accurate?
Am I to believe in this illusion?
Am I that gone that I can’t even see the obvious with my own two eyes?
I fear that the only words that I can find to speak are through my imaginative tone
And that they might just come humorous to you
But if you had the chance to experience
The magnitude of my unique
Maybe you would then understand
I am a dreamer
One of hope and futuristic ideals
I search for something out of nothing
Calculate lies to be viewed as what I may not quite be
So that you would never have to experience
The true soul that stirs within this flesh
It just might not be what you had in mind.