dreaming

why live life,
from dream to dream
and dread the day,
when dreaming, ends.

i dreamt again.
in the space of three hours of sleep
i dreamt.
of all things, i had to dream bout that.
my mind is cheating me.

oh how i hate conscience
it brings me back to earth.
warm and cruel
but it is home.

The odd sensation that i am feeling
is something worth more than a syilling.
Well, try to put you in my shoes
when the ol' cat sings nought but the blues.

-tiara

i wrote that.
i do feel odd right now. its 1.30 am.