The dream is my reality,
caught between colors of black and white,
logic and insanity,
which to choose and which is mine.

Can’t judge reality,
knowing is something that I can’t define,
dispute all over me,
captured by the realm of time.

Fall in tranquility,
try an escape out of this place,
space-time is calling me,
the key to open the gates of the dream.

The dreams and the fantasies,
unseen the places that my mind explores,
leave back reality,
everything true now is entombed.

Weave a dream only for me,
Dream Weaver
Let me fly with your wings,
Dream Weaver