My Dreams

Its always the same, everyday after day, she sits in her room, thinking about what to say, or how to rythm, her words to the beat, that she stumbled upon, while getting lost in her dreams, her dreams, they dont make sense, she just uses them for escape, when life starts treatin her rough, but she dont care when that happens, she puts it in the back of her mind, only to make it her, inspiration, to fuel her rhythms, and to fuel her thoughts, she thinks about her life, she wonders about love, but thats were her creativity stops, its like she ran out, or there is no more, cuz aint no words commin out, of her mouth into the air, so she just stares, off into space, were there is noting left of her, to come out of the haze, that she feels inside, that she sees in her dreams!