As I slumber, dreaming upon many things
Building upon my inner thoughts.
Seeking for myself across these dreams.

Fictual ideas I do say.

I slept across the early morning
Waiting upon another day to arrive as the day was dawning.
In my dreams I find myself hiding
Subsiding upon wakeness from the lack of sleep it's providing....

Often the real Truth of my pain is that denying.
Given the chance of many split end dreams to be only yet dividing.

My common denominator is not as inspiring
But I'm perhaps lying.

For in my fictual nightmares I'm liken to play a villain
Who sits on a high chair looking down upon peasants. Holding the world through his fingers.
I admit the idea feels quite thrilling.

Yet I'm forced to play a fool in the realms of reality
Basically denying my crave as a man yearning to conquer.
Living life carefree,
Yet they wonder why I wish to sleep across the nights so much longer.

But there is no bother,
I take my long sleeps as a basis to discover.
Who the man inside of me is destined to be....
When all the young eyes will look my way and only see ME.

Soon  they'd know what beckons through my fictual nightmares, the never-ending story
Acting as the animal claiming his mark while marking his territory.

Wishing not been seen as weak,
And if sleeping across several nights builds up on my strength
Shall I not sleep across an entire week.