Have you ever awoken from a dream
And noticed how fast
Your mood has changed
Once you've realized you were asleep?
Sometimes makes me wonder
If comas are really so bad...
I've always been enticed by dreams
Longing for worlds with strange physics
From deep vaults within my imagination
Others often fear their worst nightmares
But I crave those dreams the most
The overwhelming relief when woken
Is worth waking in a cold sweat
But I suppose half stoically
A part of me wants the best of dreams
Even if reality reminds us
Of forever lost times
And words can not describe
The helplessness and pain to follow
But I suppose, I sometimes wonder
If these dreams are from a longing
Or if they're a sign of a way out
Was this at the end of a crossroad
Or just what I want to see there?
Submission Name: Sandman
