Every time I appear in a forest And walk through the door I know I will not be able to come back out from I don't want to go in But I'm not in control It's a dream So it happens And I have to face my doom
Nightmares can be so realistic I believe They can also be real
Is that what life is? Just a really Really Realistic nightmare? We'll never know And that's the problem with such dreams We can hope only That our suffering will end soon
I've read a few poems that made me think of this today