Do i sleep only to dream,
For i should not have these thoughts,
Envading my mind, like a fog at sea,
And i cannot speak of what i feel,
For i know it isnt real,
A trick played by my head but the dreams are oh so clear,
It makes me wonder if living is ever as sweet?
Who are you in the shadows of my mind,
As i dream again and slowly come undone,
My very fabric of reality is torn apart by the seems,
And every fiber of my being begs for more, If only waking could disapate the yearning
i seem to find,
and only sleep can pull me from the corners of my mind,
Is it wrong to have a dream?
Or only just another sign that i have gone insane,
For surely such feelings dont exist,
Such bliss cannot be real,
And yet so lucid are my dreams that i dont know
how could anyone ever doubt that such is what one can feel?
And do i lie awake and wonder if i should dream
again,
Or slumber dreamlessly in hopes to pretend,
For nothing real has ever felt like such a dream,
As my mind has conjured up inside my head,
and though i know that dreams are pretty lies,
I think that they are fundamental to survive,
For i would die if i could never feel such bliss,
Even if its only dreams,
The waking world will miss.
