Dreamer or an artist.

I'd like the warmth on my face a cool breeze on my back,
I want trees, I want seas, I want seasons and that,
a bounty of fruits, god, I'm screaming for that,
I want to claim what I've lost through my evenings of past.

If you had half a chance tell me what be your wish?
Would it be to be free or succeed where you live,
Take your time you'll be fine I am certain of this,
Oh just what I'd do for a season of bliss.

But is home where the heart is for a dreamer an artist?
Some cheap inspiration debating your past is
The only story you repeat and it seems just a farce.  It's demeaning to dream on the scheme that your past is.