I've never been here before.
But I feel at home,
And nothing connects.
I want to know more.
My thoughts roam,
As my mind forgets.

This place is new
So is this view
And the people that I now love
Do not exist--

I've never been here.
But I belong here.

Am I another me?
I can Dream,
Dream,
Dream,
Dream.

Things seem
Surreal, and Unreal, never Real--
The can't be real
Foggy and Warped, Disproportionate and Unfocused.

I wish I could stay in this dream.
A story, but even more alive.
A journey, of amusement and adventure.
I <i>know</i> it's a dream,
But I can't seem
To care.
I just want my mind to take me
Elsewhere.

Let me dream
The world away.