Let Me Dream

As I drift onward, silently,
in the sweet grip of slumber;
as I rest in body and mind,
let me dream.

Grant me the wings of freedom,
the euphoria of limitless possibilities;
the power to roam my utopia,
the ability to dream.

Lend me the tools of shape and form,
I am the potter, this world is my clay;
Give me all that is necessary,
to govern my dreams.

From this mere existence,
to worlds beyond reality;
I freely traverse to the edge of space and time,
if only in my dreams.


Time expires as day breaks,
as I am brought back to this gray world;
this atmospheric enprisonment,
where law and boundaries rule all.

Why must I return?
Why can I not remain?

Take me away from this dull existence.

Just let me dream.