When dreams come true
In this slumber I see what life may become,
In dreams I feel what it is to have fun.
My Sleep is a key unlocking a hidden door,
Placing fate into chance and regretting no more.
What thoughts are these that I have come to make?
What choices are these that I can no longer take?
When will this torment come to a stop.
What hand will hold me before I drop?
My dreams are vivid and full of life.
It's unconscious scenery fills my mind with strife.
Could this solicitation even become real?
Are there words to express this pursuit I conceal?
Who has even tried so hard, as to make it
Through the ties that bond us to this place where
Reason has no appeal, and dreams are empty,
Forever coated with a seal...
~Lucas Micah McDermott~