I pray for a dream.
I pray for an escape from this cold reality that douses my fire. A fire that was once blazing inside of me, but now it is a few withering, dying flames.
I pray for a happy dream. Give me the illusion that everything is all right, that everything will work out. So that from the time I shut my eyelids to when I open them once more, I can feel a blissful harmony before facing my battles.
I pray to just forget everything for a while, and connect with my thoughts. To let go of the past and present and drift into my future.
I pray for a dream, so I can feel alive
For a few hours.