My Dreams

My Dreams My dreams are of the most wildest things Fish with faces, a dozen cucumbers with wings I cannot interpret my dreams Cannot put them in words, don’t know what they mean Every night I awaken every hour Sweaty and terrified, I have no power I dream of death, rape and hate Falling into oblivion, right to hells gate My dreams are of the most goofiest things Sleeping with beauties, only as flings With the craziest creatures I fight Or I’m high in the sky stuck to a kite My dreams make me laugh and cry Into a light I drift when I die My dreams only sometimes ruin or make my day I deal with it day by day, I’ll be okay