Dream

The moment I slip into my blanket

Sleep queen comes around with her army

I try hard to fight against her

But get defeated by her mighty army

She never comes alone

With her comes her moody daughter “Dream”

She can be good, she can be bad

She can make you smile, she can make you scream

She makes you believe that it’s real

You try to run, you try to hide

You become the centre of the story

Played in the stage not much wide

You become invisible to yourself

Black and white is what you see

She makes your five minutes

Like an hour to flee

And as you enter the turning point

Her mother calls her up

Leaving behind no choice

But to get up