Sometimes, I feel so TIRED.
Escaping, INTO, my dreams.
Not ever, to be SEEN.
There, and there, ONLY, I feel, I am me.
Dreams a plenty, yes, LET IT BE ME!
Reality too real, too MUCH for me!
I'm NEVER, tired, in my dreams.
I'm never SICK in my dreams.
I never say a BAD WORD, in my dreams.
I understand ALL, AND EVERYTHING, yet nothing too question, in my dreams.
My LOVE, is greater than ever known, in my dreams.
No HATRED, in my dreams.
Simplistic BURDENS, of the everyday world, so INSANE, or is it just me?
I'm OUT OF PLACE, in all places!
Except one, my DREAMS!
MAYBE WHEN WE DIE, WE CONTINUE ON, IN OUR LAST DREAM.
FOR IN MY DREAMS, I'M TRULY ME!
I WISH TO BE. . . NON OTHER. . . THAN PLAIN OL' ME!