in dreams we enter a world of our own.
where desires are born and storys set in stone.
time slips by as we wonder through our minds to find the untold.
but finding no answer in sleep we ponder the question till solved.
our dreams build a fabric sewn together wit themes.
where Development starts and our childhood leaves.
but what if.....
love turns to hate and dreams turn to nightmares.
when we wake up to screaming only to find fear.
when the imagination corrupts dreams the fabric is broken.
dreams die the patchwork and memorys blood soaken.
and new threads bind back the holes so the patterns re-woven.
but leaving a mark on it left to be respoken.
but...later a boy talks to a man the man says
you can try but you can't change fate.
only you cankeep loving to fight hate.
cuz some people only seeing darkness like they eyes taped
i can see your already like this i guess i replied late.