Weird, complicated things they are,
The dreams..
Suck all the light out and make my interior dark,
Or light it all up, making every corner gleam.
I dream too much,
There are meanings that they hold,
Some horrify me,
Others make me bold.
My dreams are like movies,
They draw images so vivid,
That they achieve a level of reality,
Since they are so lucid.
Some contain wide serene valleys,
Others just some thorny bushes,
That my heart fills with joy,
Or my heart beat rushes.
I want to control my dreams,
But I can’t, I’m unable, It’s a power that I lack,
I am sick of these nightmares,
I need a Sandman, instead of Pitch Black. dream