Softly sleep, dreaming dreams,
a wonderland, of fire, magic,
glitter, glue, and other havic,
choas rules the night of the
dreamer, yet the dreamer holds
it's reins, controling it, forming
it, to fulfil every desire, until
the sun peaks up from the trees,
calling the dreamer from this
world, but I rebel and hide
my face, wishing to stay, even
if only for a moment longer, to
finish what will soon be forgotten,
since I am cursed with fore
sight, so my dreams evide my
sight, until they reach my life.