I was stuck on a wondrous land,
Living with strangers that cannot touch by hand.
Unknown creatures are turning around,
Doing such a thing where can't understand.
I traipse through the cascade,
Seeing things around like it's been a decade.
Delving around and try to figure out,
Until I realized I was dreaming about.
I try to run even to shout,
Scout some ways on how to get out.
I'm tired, Yes I'm tired of the chance,
Tired of doing things without assurance.
I choose to sit and relax myself,
For the chances I can seek for help.
Ascertaining things that I was on a dream,
And the only way is to rouse up from your dream.
