I don’t have dreams  It’s so weird because my imagination runs wild Streaming pure vivid fantasy’s that envelop my very being and drop emotion hard Keeping me occupied for hours  Keeping me from being lonely  What could this immense power over me mean Why couldn’t I dream How come it’s all empty darkness But when I close my eyes a million colours fill my head Surround every thought I had  In that moment I’m no longer thinking but I’m feeling It felt so unnatural So different  So me This part of me. These fantasy’s they keep me happier then anything or anyone  The power to dream