Laying here it hurts me that,
The sun can be so bright:
So far away Heaven mocks us,
And blinds us in it’s light.
A dust storm rages in my head,
And draws me back to sleep,
And as sand billows behind my eyes,
I lament that we have dreams.
But it seems to me,
That in our dreams,
We are deceived.
As in a cold sweat,
I remember,
Dreams are not free.
Dreams bring no true happiness,
In dreams you will find no true friends,
For dreams do but reflect to you
Of a world that they cannot mend.
A bloodstain, a needle,
A cold and lonely end,
Are the signs of a believer
In the faithfulness of dreams.
But it seems to me,
That in our dreams,
We are deceived.
As in a cold sweat,
I remember,
Dreams are not free.
Dreams embrace you in your sleep,
And possess your swiftly moving eyes:
Their promises and portents,
Are but torments in disguise.
For what joy dreams will bring to you,
They will take back a hundred times.
Deny yourself the hope of dreams,
And exorcise their lies.
And in my mind,
I realise,
That dreams can lie.
Our hopeful dreams,
Tear us apart,
But in nightmares we survive.