Then the tiredness kicks in, the eyes start to pin the head begins to drop and you ready yourself to start cropping dreams.
It seems like everything's real, and as you feel, so it must be, the dreams tie you down and it's hard to break free, Hours pass by like clouds in the sky and they'll never return.
Do dreams help me learn? do dreams make me wise? The first thought on my mind when I open my eyes is to find, the white rabbit that flew under the bed,the one with the mouse tail , the one who fed me more red cups of tea than I imagined existed.
Do you see what I mean? everything's real though it seems it cannot be and it's still hard to break free,so where does that leave me?
Tiredness is the taker the maker or breaker of men, Dreams are the thief that come sprightly to steal tiredness nightly and I welcome them in as my eyes start to pin and I'm home again.