The art of how a dream is composed
Carefully constructed thoughts, carefully proposed
To minds so brutally over exposed
To things too hard to handle, I suppose

But this I learned about a dream
That sometimes even there you'll scream
And to escape this nightmare scene
You'll sell your rings for a magic bean

You'll spend your time running amok
Forgetting completely you're in your night frock
Searching for a store with fireflies in stock
To help guide your way to the ancient lock

And through the door you'll start to wake
So many things is now at stake
As the world you created starts to break
Drifting away like mist on a lake.