The Dream-Stained Realities

In a world that’s false,not hopeless.

Under the falling rain.

It’s all so true except for the one inside your brain.

Sometimes it’s best to get lost so deep inside your head.

Not everybody wants to wake up back inside their bed.

In dreams lye distant futures.

So close,they’re out of reach.

Walk down their paths and you’ll see.

They have so much to teach.

But why does it seem so real?

There’s too much here to feel.

Like the world, they twist and turn.

Which one’s real?You’ll never learn.

The sun is setting.

It’s falling from the sky.

When the moon fades into shadows.

Is it hiding or its time to die?

I’m falling from so high.

Will I really hit the ground?

Will I see the concrete just opening one eye?