You see me drive, no more than illusion
you think you see.
Hear me talking, your minds confusion
Constructed by your fantasy,
dreams you can not touch.
For this you fail to see,
someone like me, there's just no such.
I was never real,
a book without an end.
Yet you feel,
place your small world on lend.
Set apart from the others,
the way I just don't fade.
a kind not just beneath the covers,
The only dream can't be un-made.