Tuesday 8 November 2011

Dreamer

Every night you go to bed,
The crazy draeams are in your head.
A night out or a crazy day,
A murder or a death you say.

Somtimes you remember,
Sometimes you just forget.
A snowey day in december,
Or a person you just met.

You close your eyes and go to sleep,
And drift away to knod land.
You fall into that deep deep sleep,
And think about a grand.

Tonight could be a romance,
Tomorrow a thriller or death.
Next time a family party trance,
Maybe next time the final breath.

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