Dreams, Dreams... Once

Dreams, dreams, my dreams speak to me

Future events unfold before me

The urge, the desire to harness this

A great great gift is this

A sight of black, purple, and red

Swirling into time and places I said

Emotions of anger, sadness, and happiness

Feeling others more and these less

Why have i been given this gift?

For a child, these aren't serious

Although my spirit feels to lift

To ascend and see, satisfy my curious

Nightmares, nightmares, my nightmares tell of others

Other's fortunes unfold before me

The urge, the desire to cast this away

I say no longer a gift, otherwise others say

A sight of black,. purple, and red

Swirling into distant and hellish places I said

Emotions of others that were never my own

Feeling myself slipping away into bone

Questions, endless questions I am asked

For a child, this is horribly wrong

I blink, seeing that I am in a cube

My parents tell me I will be gone, " So long."

Why have i been given this thing?

No longer child, this is now serious

I'm beginning to wish I were never given this thing

Eating strange things, no more curious

Now I understand what shoud have been done

Now I understand I shouldn't have shared with anyone

Don't go away, you haven't listened

You never listen to what I say!