Dreams, dreams, always in my dreams.

Sometimes happy,
sometimes sad,
occasionally very,
very much mad.

Stronger than you might think

But only because of the details,
my head running off the rails.

Leaves and vines, climbing up walls,
the red and green symbolic of what?
One door you want to open,
and one you want to shut.

But the colors change all around me,
and the trees fall from their leaves.