The dreme Like shut eyes darkness is a cold chill Drifting away into the darkness Sleep takes over in the light As the tapping of chalk cluters my head All I can think is how my existens is fuled By dreams Somtime thars some truh in your fiction and some fiction in you truh Wakeing from a drem so real your still dreaming Like everything forver is just nothing exept in the dream In the dream I can be more the me Fiting in the with the general populious Finding some truth Some time I just wish as prisoner wishes to be free But me to be free of my flaws and in perfection As I wach from an inctious poit of view it gone Gone and never comeing back as the world turns As the world turns somitins I just can turn with it And for what I hope whaen I die its just my dream world Could this just be a dream world How can I know truth form fiction I don’t know eney more how to fix the expansiv void within Cuting at the soul drems are so much but so littile Im I dreaming the music in my head Reaching deep within to grab me Kelt ruins The druid turn thire faces to the moon and pray to the earth Caculated artistic prowis Myths build impotant fear and safety within a could morning mist Singing and speking haned down knoweld and My find My frinds a so dipresed I fell a qusiton of loneyness I be on you side