I put on the suit, tighten the tie

Every step measured, every word precise

The clock keeps ticking, life follows its script

But inside my chest, a world is set to rip

Between meetings, contracts, and formal grace

My mind drifts off to another place

Where dragons roar without remorse

And heroes fight with all their force

Am I what life intended for me to be?

Or just an actor on a stage endlessly?

God, tell me if my childhood dreams

Are dying memories or seeds that gleam

At my desk, full of charts and lines

But my heart climbs towers divine

I cast spells, I wield unseen swords

I live in tales that still defy the world’s accords

But when the phone rings, I return to truth

The model professional, polite and smooth

Between reason and emotion — who am I, indeed?

Is there a place where both can breathe?

Am I what life intended for me to be?

Or just an actor on a stage endlessly?

God, tell me if my childhood dreams

Are dying memories or seeds that gleam

What if dragons are metaphors for fear?

And knights the version of me sincere?

Maybe the answer’s in the union found

Of logic and madness, sky and ground

Am I what life intended for me to be?

Or just an actor on a stage endlessly?

God, tell me if my childhood dreams

Are dying memories or seeds that gleam

Between spreadsheets and poetry, I keep going strong

One foot on the earth, the other in song

If there’s a purpose, let it be unveiled

God, may I never lose the child I hailed