another stupid poem...

I'm a poet in my sleep
Intellectual, Inspired, Charismatic
I travel undiscovered islands
smile politely
I swim on the backs
of whales - engulfed
in mysteries

Awake I'm dull
Incompetent, Lazy, but Charismatic
I stay home and watch TV
drift into darkness
where the fall morning's
haze can't reach me

In my sleep, dreams take over
great stories are written
about life
Love, Joy, Success
floating on a smoke puff
into the light of day
where my peace of mind
floats with the breeze


But awake my heart pounds nervously
wondering if anything
will come of this life
Love, Joy, Success?
Now wonder I feel incompetent
on the threshold of dawn
slipping into the chains of reality
Once again I'm dull