The dreams we think up while we sleep
The stories and tales riddled without thought or conscience
Each volition changing the amorphous lands
You walking down a hall
Or dancing in a ball
The shapes of yonder floating aimlessly
It seems our rules do not apply
And what do I dream?
I dream of life; of love
Of peace, of war,
I dream of the days long past,
The rainy and sunny days,
happy and sad,
The smells and sights from faraway
And of you.