To sleep, by chance to waste the day
To lay in bed and dream away, to feel the downey soft duvet, that’s what I really want.
Let’s make believe, those dragons fought, what lessons from our mentor taught? I need a gun, now there’s a thought. I think that’s what i want.
But cast out evil with intent, I think that’s what our mentor meant. Well, that’s the message that was sent. It could be what I want.
But wake we must as life unfurls. Back into ever changing worlds, those dreams are hidden precious pearls, that’s just not what I want.
As I awake and rub my eyes, the remnant of my dream life lies, aghast beneath these war torn skies. I don’t know what I want.
Fantastic dreams have come and gone, the sounds of battle linger on, all pretence of a peace now done. I know now what I want.
To sleep to dream my life away, to see my lovers face one day, embraced in light and
warmth again. That’s what I REALLY want.