How?

How can you be  a poet,
and not even know it?
Is the saying true
or do we just do
the things that make us who we are
the things that take us very far
into a world of dreams that is poised
far above pollution and noise
where people don't tell you what isn't fair
where all you breathe is cool, musk air
but you say to yourself without a thought
is this right? is it for naught?
When i came to this place
a stupid smile on my face
the world ahead and sadness behind
only it wasn't mine to find
a world of dreams and synergy
like some sort of fucked up reality
A reality of dreams that would never be
just involve you and just involve me
well I say that reality is what we make it
it isn't a treat, we cannot fake it
the road of life is a tough one to walk
believe me you can talk
you can talk the big game
but you're all the same
a goddamn catastrophe waiting to happen
alrighty boys let's get cracking
on the mission that is in front of us now
the only question about the start...how?