A dream fell out
and slithered on the floor
as I slept against the tipping moon
It decided to run
supposedly away from
the fear within my mind
I remember the image
t'was innocent enough
with singing and dancing
So why leave
it dreaded the hatred
I bear for everything
****** dream catcher
useless in the capture
of my lovely land
My head is filled with smoke
the fear and hatred
and I hurt until the light