There's a monarch, a power
more forceful than I.
More than Kings or God's,
causing distress to die.

The molders, the shape-shifters
the lessons taught on
to us mere mortals
until we have gone.

They break us, they bend us,
they make us true.
They make tears flow
until we're anew.

We call this a dream,
how they make us see
clearly, perspective,
in all there is to be.

Lines and allusions,
masks in the dark.
Teaching us lessons,
a bite worse then bark.

They can take us on roads
we never meant to take,
and bring us back home again,
before we are to wake.

But one thing is for certain,
about these dreams of mine,
they're going to build me up,
and they're going to make me shine.