I wonder if there's someone who can hear my every thought,
do they see something deep inside that think I am or not?
I wonder what I should've said or did or know to be
what they would like me to instead I wish they'd let me see.
I dream at night of days ahead and gone by morning's sun;
of ships that float on timid seas and carnivals of fun.
I dream because I'm mostly sad and in them I control
the loves and hopes and wishes and wants of every mortal soul.
No one can tell me when to wake or what to say and do
nor can they raise a hand I think if I don't continue too.
No one can bother or break my spell for I am in trance alone
and under such cruel circumstance I rule as one on throne.
Where are my subjects when I'm awake and when shall they arrive
to please me so, not much, it takes a jester's tumble or his dive?
Where are my sparklies that I wear when it's time for me to go
and how come they disappear at light like little flakes of snow?
You see right now what fun it is but not a life for all
this dreaming state is quite full bliss, such a majestic ball.
You see right here where my head had lain the indent is still deep
from troubled mind to faeri tales I drew up in my sleep.
The hour is nigh for one more view of what my life could been
if only dreams were truer so what would we dream of then?
The hour is up and high time it is for there's many things to do
no longer sleepy tasks at hand there's always life for you.
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