Nonsencequence

Sometimes I stop for a second, And reach deep inside my head, Grab a hand full of nonsense, Before I go to bed, Because I like my dreams to be, Over the top crazy, Not some stupid dramatic memory, Like my minds being lazy, I love a dream that, When I tell someone, They think that I should never, Be allowed to own a gun, Or when animals chase me, Those dreams are fun, The only dream I hate, Is the waterfall one.