Dreams

When the night turns to black
Although the night is so pale
It's off to move along
When the bars are like jail

You want to stay true
To all that life brings
The real problem is
The song that truth sings

So far, that you're astray
From the world that is here
That the dreams that you have
Are so strange, you adhere

Lost between two sides
True life, and the unreal
It becomes so very hard
To know what you will feel

Each night, a new adventure
So strange, I wish I knew
But when push comes to shove
The real game is what I do.