The Dreaded Dream

Sing me a song that will put me to sleep And I promise my nightly noises will not make you weep, For I dream aloud, battling the fogginess descended, Awakening refreshed when that battle has ended, There are no doors, no locks in this place, A bit too gloomy but suitable to my taste, Within the shadows, averting the light, For they make my eyelids burn and writhe, The sweetest of dreams are but a myth, Cheating us, for Reality in comparison we find dreadfully unfit, Exploring the depths of our languished needs, Most will stand and stare at the few who succeed, For though we may wish to be free of these fetters, We often lack the bravado to seek out something better.