My life is a dream.

A dream where flowers grow gold

then rise up and fly away, black as night.

In the night, enemies roam

the light of day is my only safe time

It may be just a dream, but I have no power.

My life is a dream where books come alive

and songs come to visit

and words predict the future.

It may be a dream, but it is where I dwell.

My life is a dream where the small ones pay no attention

and the sunshine comes and goes faster

than the white waves, threatening to wash me away

and toss me and turn me 'till

I reach the dark world.

It may be a dream, but it is one where

feelings beat me down until I die.

My life is a dream where adventures and

troubles rain down on me from the midnight sky

I lose the game every day

but have no way to scream.

When I try to scream, the world crumbles down

leaving me to battle

the only bad left.

I've escaped on a magic train

from all those who watch me

I land in a world that is beautifully terrifying.

I live in a world where my anger has

pushed me, into the land of the demons.

I have made a mistake but I still want to stay

in this nightmare that has

become of a dream.

It may be my life, but it's coming undone

ripping at the seams, yet the beginning

is near, as I watch the brilliant gold flowers

char and blow away

This is my life, where I've reached the barrier that separates.

This is my life, and it leaves me to wonder-

What if it were

only a dream?