Wake up

as i wake up and realize that yet again the seemingly endless experiences that i went threw where only in my head. that my dreams are the mental envisioning of how my i wanted my life to turn out and me a now fully awake is going to face a different less pleasing life. i go threw this everyday and each day it doesnt get any easier to just shake off what i just thought up. though if it may be as trivial as getting my dream girl or as heartfelt as helping making the world be better with one thunderous speech, its always hard to shake off and setting my foot forward towards the commencement of my day. yet i do each day know that none of those occurrences will happen anytime soon or ever, though i did come close once. the same even that took place in my dream remade it self at school but with a twist as always. instead of getting that warmth i had in my head the exact opposite happen and i just felt dumb for ever wanting something i knew i could never really obtain.