The dreams you dream, are just but dreams,
Rusted crowns, filled with creams.
Weakened souls feeling meek,
A brief whiff of glory you seek.
They take you to the planes so high,
Blurring the view beneath the eye.
They tell you not of the hard long fall.
When u awaken from the deep enthrall.
A fool you must be to believe it all.
For only a fool can survive the fall.
To mix the real with whims so dear,
You lose the sense, you fail to steer.
The runaway boat when hits the sand,
The sleepy eyes are opened bland,
Blinded by the bright dark truth,
You wish you had a little more youth.
The sweet daggers in hidden deeps,
Makes u smile, though the blood seeps.
When silly you are to fall in the heap,
When afraid you are to fall asleep.
So the dreams you dream are just but dreams,
Fancies deep and hidden whims.
Blurring the lines of your awakened sleep.
Pulls you down in the darkness deep.
So dream you must as all men do,
But shake it off before she shakes you.
Dreams we all have you cannot deny,
But beware of her sweet smile so wry.
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