not the dreams you see while asleep
the images, the voices you hope to be
i cant assume my own reality
for my reality that doesn't want me
sometimes i suspect my insanity
for my doubt kills me
how to distinguish dream from waking reality
maybe its lack of faith
but its my surrounding what makes me want to flee
oh the relief i feel
when  i only pick what to see, what to feel
living in ones own imagination
is living for real
i wish they let me alone
living this dream
yet they always interfere
and wake me from my sleep