Is it the ones I can't remember
The ones I have when I sleep?
Or the ones in my wishes when I see a shooting star
And I mutter as I weep?
Either way they're all crazy
They're absurd and they're impossible
They're not logical and the images are hazy
But that doesn't stop them from being wonderful
At night the dreams come
And the bad ones make you scream
During the day you get lost
In the middle of your daydream
I wonder what it will feel like
If my dreams were real
Will the nightmares be nice?
Will achieving my goals make me squeal?
Will I be drowned in my fears?
Will I be rolling from laughter?
Will I end up in tears?
Or will it be happy ever after?
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Meh
