When I’m dreaming the world is full of color,
Bursting into beams of shining, sparkling light.
Fast asleep, and free of worry, want, and woe.
I pay no mind to the lies of mankind.

When I’m dreaming, I am no one but myself.
No need to hide behind an ugly shadow of
Someone I don’t know, someone I don’t need to be.
No longer in danger of being a stranger.

When I’m dreaming, the world is mine.
Every field, forest, and firefly.
The air is thick with the scent of flowers.
I could lie here in the breeze all day.

When I’m dreaming, I constantly wonder
Why reality can’t be like I make it,
Why all of my dreams are forsaken,
Why do I have to awaken?