Dreams
Am I awake now
still dreaming of tomorrow,
becoming today.
Maybe if I believe in anything I’ll change
I've ready many things, pages by page.
Let me out!
I can't survive, I'm not meant to be locked up
Still voices differ when your world is cold cut
I'm all out of luck; you won't see any for dust
You'll see a perfect scene, if you sand away the rust
So like I'm dreaming, I am a believer in believing.
Slit my wrists and mess myself, fear and loathing,
Worse than a thousand babies teething.
So I dreamed and I had a peaceful night,
Dreaming is real but minus the lasting fight.
So I was awake
daring to then dream a dream,
still I am wishing.