Visualization, Future, Blood

I've been informed I'm just a dreamer,
a fair number of times,
but i'm sober as I'm writing,
and there is no gibberish in these lines.
My words are weak and simple,
but my pride and strife is great,
like a man with vision but no eyes,
and no legs but he's never late,
What you make of it is what it is,
though nothing is quite as it seems,
lies and tales and misleading dreams,
all contribute to our sorrowful needs.
"If I die then i die."
I've told myself a few times,
I've asked for encouragements,
in my faith of this hopeless life.
But with a bottle of sorrow,
and a stack of regret,
made up for with packs of struggle,
and lies with no intent.
My room is the lab,
this world is my experiment,
time is my enemy,
attemping to stop me from concluding.

-J.H. Gweon