S w e e t D r e a m s

I drift off into

A state of total black

My body is at complete rest

1 And thoughts are what I lack

While in this dark oblivion

I see the pictures form

Mainly they are happy

Or sometimes lost in mourn

I prefer free spirit

To let my dreams drift 'round

And think of all the things I like

That's where bliss is found

My subconscious mind

Creates many different scenes

From hopeless and romantic times

To fairy tales and queens

The looseness of my mind

Its ability to flow free

I spread my wings and fly

To the place no one can see

I open up my soul

I get filled with daze

The memories long lost

Makes my vision a haze

These sightings of mine

Makes the paradise gleam

The utopia I see

Is singing sweet dreams