Into The Dream

Sometimes reality is too much
for an average psycho like me
I need to rest my thoughts
and walk into the dream.

I find sugar laced kisses
that make my heart flutter.
Each planted on my cheek
reminding me of my mother.

Roses of the softest pink
line every corner of my mind.
I inhale the richest scents
that will remain here for all time.

Chocolate rain droplets
fall slowly to the ground.
I catch one on my tongue
as I'm spinning around.

Childhood memories
wander back into view
I stop and hate myself
for remembering you.

Sometimes the past is too much
for a troubled person like me
I just want to feel normal
as I drift into the dream.