A realm of my own design.
Created in a state of lucidity.
I only desire to remain asleep.
Nothing waits for me when I wake.
Day in and day out. I struggle to breathe.
I try to carry on but I only concede.
This pain will not fade. It is here to stay.
Every moment awake is torture and plague.
So I sleep to create, to give myself joy.
Even if only for just one night.
For those brief few hours,
I feel more alive than ever.
I am a dreamer, a creator of worlds.
This is my domain; what I say goes.
I am a dreamer, I will fabricate
A place where I always feel so safe.
Every day is a struggle to live.
I greet each day with a hollow stare.
I feel I cannot go on. Not here. Not today.
So instead I close my eyes and press on in my dreams.
Life is pain but in our dreams, creation is in our hands.
I am a dreamer, a creator of worlds.
This is my domain; what I say goes.
I am a dreamer, let my will be done.
My word is law, let my voice be heard.
I am a dreamer, a creator of worlds.
This is my domain; what I say goes.
I am a dreamer, I will fabricate
A place where I always feel so safe.
(Creation is in our hands.)
Creation is in our hands.

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