I feel like i have to deal with this everyday but it gets better with time. I wrote a poem a while ago and i kept thinking about it today. It relates to this crazy imagination of mine....


Dreamland:

Dreamland, dreamland, beautiful as can be,
i know the dreamland is coming to torture me,
take me, give me, everything i desire,
my friend, the dreamland, will through me into the fire,
wanted, granted, drown me in your pool,
i dont believe in nothing real but i believe in you.