Dreamer In The Clouds(Revised Added Two Lines) Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I guess I'm cynical when it comes to a thought process in which I have no control.
I push and shove.
Just for a small to voice to be heard.
I destroy what has been told, and rewrite it as my own.
A little boy without a home.
A darkness in which I just want to be alone.
No bells and whistles.
Keep it simple.
Keep it simple.
Yet again, it is as it is not.
Fortunes told of what I wish I got.
A dreamer in the clouds.
I never want to come down.
But unfortunately I will.
We all have to eventually.