As my dreams take shape,
I feel myself escape.
Away from the world for a moment,
so I can find some enjoyment.
More happiness than the sun shines,
more love than on Valentines.
I almost never want to wake,
because then I know this is all fake.
I try to put up a fight,
But reality comes back after night.
And when I wake up from my slumber
I look at the days just as a number.
I try to hold on tight to this rope,
so I don’t slip away from the hope
That in this thing we call life,
Sadness is not rife.