Waking up is difficult,
I’d rather lay back into slumber,
I’d rather swim through a sea of dreams,
Than wake to a day of invisible rain and of silent thunder.

I dream of dreams so vibrant, so detailed and so new,
The dreams I have hardly make any sense at all,
Though in a way I guess they do.

Some say they cannot recall their dreams,
I know mine oh to well,
In fact I sleep so I can dream,
Not for the sake of sleep itself.

It’s never been this way before,
I’ve hardly ever felt this pain,
If you ask me,
I no not of the reason,
Not even of a person whom to blame.

There were times I wanted to blame myself,
Times were it made so much sense,
I learned self pity brings you nowhere,
At least no where near helping me climb over this fence.

I try to be distracted, keep my distance and hold on to hope,
The road I turned onto is a long one,
No detours and no lights,
I see no signs for any highways,
All I see is a road with no end.

My dreams are were I feel the most safe,
In my dreams I never feel the hurt,
In my dreams nothing is real.