O Dreamer

Insomniac Chronicles

Are you there, sweet dreamer? I have a thing or two on my mind.
Why is it I who suffers, when others lead their lives so blind?
When it is I, who gets left behind, still stuck in today,
While others like you, O dreamer, always slip away.

So peaceful, so calm,

Yet I am still here, I still feel this way,
Watching the world prepare for a new day.
I try to clear my mind, and I never question time, or the skies
But everything changes when its 3 o'clock, and I can't close my eyes, they're so dry.

Have you ever felt the edge of a blade, sweet dreamer? I cant imagine so.
But what else can bring you down, if not the blood and sight of bone.
Maybe I'm sick, some would call this a disease.
But i would call it realism; an optimist down to his knees.

You might not think of me as a deep thinker, if I were you, neither would I,
But I promise you, I thought up a million ways to engulf myself in a lie.
This is the truth, O dreamer, I was never meant to dream.
I was built to be this way, I was meant to be torn down the seam.
I was meant to be ugly, and i was never meant to sleep.
So dream sweet dreams for me, O Dreamer,
And I'll be here, continuing to sew what you reap.