Dreamer- Part 3

So now the day is over
I go to my room
I lay on my bed
And think

About that day that I long for
That will never come
It’ll never exist
It’s just an image

I think of it as sad
That what isn’t real
Is better than what is
I’d rather live in my own imagination

When I look up at the ceiling
I think of it as an opposite world
The place that’s perfect
The place that’ll never be

I always would wonder
What that day would be like
That day will come, I’m sure
But I’m way in ahead of myself

I’m tired of thinking
That the world will change
And that day will come
I think I’ve said it too much

So I slowly drift off to sleep
And I start to dream
That the world had changed
And that day came

I dreamed
That there was an endless field
It had green grass
And no pain

In this place
All I see is beautiful trees
And endless skies
And a place full of possibilities

No one has darkness in their soul
Everyone is free
From the grasp and temptation
Of being pain itself

Now there’s no need
To turn my back on my life now
And then having to turn back around
Because now I don’t need to

In this place
There was nothing revolting
And there was no place
Called hell

I sometimes picture myself
In that perfect world
And my life seems flawless
No room for death’s mark

But then a dark shadow takes over
And everything just dies
I knew it wouldn’t last
It was bound to happen

I can’t take it
I scream loudly
Then I wake up
Nothing changed

The world is still
There is nothing in motion
Everything is quiet
Except for the distant sounds in my head

So if it wasn’t real
No such place
And no such day
Then I’m just a dreamer