My dreams to me are precious,
There the one thing I can count on,
Always there when I need them,
To get away from everyone and everything,
An escape.
A sense of freedom when I'm really caged,
it's something I can control when I'm inferior,
The one thing that keeps me going because,
It's gives me hopes it makes me believe.
Its like life and people aren't that terrible anymore.
Really the only bad things about dreams,
Is waking up.