I dream of you and it seems so real
the emotions and the love that I feel.
Sometimes you’re there and sometimes you’re not
the latter times are when you’re in my thoughts.
Dreams are but a figment of our imagination
sometimes it takes me awhile to understand the situation.
The concept that we can never be,
except in my mind where there is nobody else to see.
Nobody to judge the feelings that I feel
nobody to tell me that what I feel isn’t real.
In this land of fantasy and pleasure
reality is the last thing that can be measured.
When I awake from this entranced state
I arise and face my so called fate.


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