Comeback Dream

Often things are never quite what they seem,
No matter how often you plead or ask why.
Will I see you there in a comeback dream?
Your yearning hopes flow with a steady stream,
Down into a barren womb, long since dry.
Often things are never quite what they seem.
You find yourself in a tyrant's regime.
No more will you be dancing with the sky.
Will I see you there in a comeback dream?
There's no bright future of gold and gleam,
No crystal balls from which you scry,
For even those are never quite what they seem.
In places where you could've never foreseen
You wonder if you're chasing a lie,
A lie that will mangle your comeback dream.
You laugh at my grief, busting at the seams,
Fool, yet you never even dared to try.
Even though things are never quite what they seem,
At least I have myself a comeback dream.

From Lance Allred's Longshot