I can’t live in your daydreams
there are still half-read books and half-drunk cups of coffee lingering on my shelves
unedited manuscripts begging for attention under piles of mail I promised I would open
research ideas that haven’t quite been fleshed out enough
I can’t subsist on praise and sacrifice alone
Need the warm sun, a cool breeze, and an ocean view to nourish my soul
I can’t live in your daydreams but I can be a featured player in your fantaisies
Call on me when the well runs dry
I’ll be there to flood your fields
Hayden Winston 
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