I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises.<br />Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was,<br />I've always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat.<br />I was never convinced of what I believed in.<br />I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through.<br />Words were my only truth.<br />When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.