Immersed in a dream to which you hold dear

hidden within lies a nightmare, one thought to be out run

Grateful for a gift from the powers to be

only to recognize a shadow and its tone

Welcoming calls from the forest filled with hopes and promises

lingering among are the beckoning cries of days past

Sweet songs of belonging and want carry in the wind

stifled rage murmurs among the din

Surrendering to the draw of tomorrows bloom

yesterdays rot seeps back into the soil

Keeping both eyes closed so my vision stays clear

Immersed in my dream hoping to never give into my sleep