"The world is in my hands"
It's a metaphor

Pinching the moon (with one eye closed)
It's an illusion

The spiders under my bed,
Tell me it's okay to dream,
And then they bite me
In my sleep

             I toss and I turn till morning
                                            I turn away from the day,
           And I toss the remains into the night

Despite it all, I dream.