Dreams, are they really for real
They float around in your mind
Determined to help make you feel
They try, and help change the way
Changing light into darkness
Then darkness back into light day

Heat, blazing out of the flame
Pictures flicker and dancing
All jumping and playing a game
High, becoming the new low
Floating may well just be falling
For speed really is the fast slow

Eyes, should only be open
Looking like they should be closed
Squinting not once but quite often
Sleep, the awake of the dreamers
Awake the bane of us all
For dreams are the greatest of schemers