When dreams don't conceive wonderful things
I wonder if slumber was meant for the dreamer....

Certainly it must, for the mind it is lust                            

To fall asleep peacefully, I meditate, if I don't, I palpitate

A racing mind, pacing to find thoughts that rewind    
Through my pillow, I hear my heart beat                
The cold seeps through my sheets, will I sleep?

I try to think of unicorns, and angel horns    
Fanciful things to help me dream                                      
But faeries pinch me back to realities                                            

It is dark and reality is impudently stark
The wind seems to send voices that blend in noises
Their urgency is no emergency, for reality has no consistency

Nothing is real; this concept is my mind set
the humans that fear this, don't feel the bliss
of freedom, freedom of the mind

it is this kind, that makes us shine.