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!