The Reverie Nomad
What is it that wakes you from your sleep?
A sleep so deep that you would swear your dreams were real
Mystical things, your dreams, which change your mind bringing up things from the past
Things that you would never want to remember, that’s when a dream turns bad
But there are good dreams too, lovely dreams that you run to with arms wide open
And hold tightly and never let go, but then the monsters can come
The monsters come right when you don’t want them to, and wake you from your journey
Regret washes over you when you realize that the monsters have won
When you realize that you can never go back to a place you can hardly remember
Awoken you sit trying to understand what just happened
Trying to remember what woke you from your sleep
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