Dream a dream

Sometimes I feel as if my only way out,

My only chance of escape from this world of doubt

Is to simply slip away and dream a dream,

A dream of lofty towers

And of fields of delicate flowers.

Dreaming is easy, so easy it would seem

It seems all too real and all too comforting.

Sometimes, it is better than being awake

For I cannot be hurt by those who are fake,

In my own subconscious dreams

There are none to hate and none to love

And no wars to choose to take part of.

It's simply better here, in my world of dreams

Of blissful delight, and joyous reveries.

But soon I'll wake up, and it's not the same

Hatred and pain, for this goes the blame.

You see, how can I believe

That people like you and me,

Could let this world turn out the way it turned out to be?

If this world was real, all that's left would be to leave

But I am no fool, nor am I naive!

No, this world can't be real, simply my imagination

A crazy hallucination, an insane visualization

For I know the truth, undoubtedly

So I will fall sleep and return to my home.

Where I can get away and freely roam

Where I can escape to the dreams of actuality

For my dreams have become my reality.