Dreams seem so real, a single thought, a bright future, a world of ones own imagination
But dreams are just dreams
In true reality, you must work or even fight
That life you've always wanted is so much more then a straight road ahead
Before a dream can be made, nightmares tend to invade
In a world of confusion , one can become very lost
A wandering soul all alone, without one to show them the way of life
No free ride, but a fee, that in the end, cost you your life
When asleep your mind will wander,
and what you want is just within reach
Yet just as you've caught what you've wished for
You wake into a world of need