As I drift off into a winters slumber
awaiting my dreams in a world of wonder.
My time there seems so surreal
deep down inside it's what I feel.
Dreams are like ballons carried on air
their destination we never know where.
People and places that I have seen
can only be cast in a dream.
They can make me laugh then cry
sometimes I wake just before I die.
I have dream that I could fly
traveling to lands with mountians high.
In my dreams I am set free
I am whatever I want to be.
I'm off right now to pillage and plunder
dreamland is a spell I'm under.
My subconscious can put on a show
whats the meaning I'll never know.
I try to remember but mostly forget
I waken suddenly much to my regret.
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