I venture into my sleep with induced dream
But, there are other times that I must add its dialogue.
My music can, also, induce dreams that make my mind to dance.
My dancing partner would my Cinderella princess
But, her dancing shoes are only her bare feet.
I do not have that fear of midnight upon loosing her
But, it comes when my dawn begins to chime.
In order to find love, it is a difficult task.
It can only be described as a labor of love.
Love has to be polarized only to be recognizable as love.
My dreams are not all that sweet for me to relax and enjoy.
Not all claiming to be music that I hear results into a dream
But, my music can induce a nightmare by showing me that I am alone with it.
One childhood song would, now, unleash my deepest nightmare.
The visions of this nightmare came from a camp that I visited.
My visitation to this camp was less than half a day
But, the repercussions are still felt to this very day once I hear its beat.
The camp would seem menacing by its size alone
But, the real images had been created by their displays within its grounds.
I wish that I could describe all of my dreams or nightmare to set them free
But, I am incapable to do that with any justice.
I might appear only omit minor important words as to other minor errors.
To disclose either one,
I feel that belongs to the one that I truly love as to hate.
She would be my Cinderella princess
And, I will finally be able to see her face that would be greater than Helen’s.
She would not flee from my sight when my day begins or by my words that I might say.
It might seem like a test that she will have to endure since others pretend by being her.