Oh dreams, mystical dreams
Full of trains and planes and cars,
Of a man i refuse to call master
And yet submit to cook and clean.
Those outside warn me that he
Will put a rifle to my head
But i see only a lonely soul,
Lost from the world, blood
Of his dead wife flashing in his eyes.
Oh dreams full of mazes, losing
My way, i do not fear you
As i do not cower to my master.
You can pat me down, dear security,
Look for my ticket to the world,
But you will not succeed.
Oh mystical dreams, you think
You have power over me, hold
An iron fist over my head, ready
To strike. But i hold something greater
That you, dreams, can only desire
And never hold. I can change reality.
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