a Dream?


 Remind me in the morning that this life is a lie.

So comfortable and easy, it's all too perfect. Sigh. 


Remind me when I wake, 

this nightmare is a dream! 

this cage is perfect, gilded; there is no need to scream.


Remind me when I'm lonesome, looking off with vacant stare

that this place is all I wished for, even if I'm no longer there?

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