Fantasizing

Why do I always fantasize about me playing another instrument in front of a group of people?

I will never, ever, be able to play the flute like I imagine in my daydreams,

or whip out a James Taylor guitar solo around a fire.

When I leave my body and daydream these unrealistic scenarios,

I set images in my head of who I am not.

I leave my body, fantasizing about somewhere else

while I’m walking through the streets of the country

I’ve always dreamed of living in.

I’m actually a drummer

and I’ve been one for years.

Why does my mind wish I was something else?

When I come back from the visions that my brain makes,

I feel a slight sense of disappointment.

I am disappointed that I am not the girl I imagine in my head.

What if people are already looking at me in this life

like I look at the girl in my fantasies?

What if the dream of my past

has already come true?

My face has two sets of eyes

and I need to remind myself everyday

which ones I should look out of.