In this poem "dreams" are not referring...
-Dreams for Sale...
I want to lock myself in the closet
I want to cry myself to sleep...
I feel like i've just woken up
from this dream that people call life...
Why do we dream
Why do we die...
This world we live in is full of hate,
I just wanna run to them white pearly gates...
I wonder what it would feel like to be you
To be rich and popular...
There's a girl I've known for quite a while
Lately I've been worried about her...
I am a bee
That buzzes...
1,024 Lilliputians
bungee jump off my eyelids...
Honor is number one
a fight for God and sons...
If you would stop looking for something wrong,
Then you might see...
I find it ironic...
no really. i do...