Is this for real or just a dream?
I never want to wake up.
I’m afraid of the nightmare,
the nightmare of reality.
I know why it started;
not sure how it grew;
not sure how to stop it.
I never want to wake up.
I’m afraid of the nightmare,
the nightmare of reality.
I know why it started;
not sure how it grew;
not sure how to stop it.
Do I want it to stop?
So many things at once,
I’m not sure how to deal.
Pulled so many ways,
one thing after another.
Not sure I know myself.
Perhaps, the dream
is the nightmare.
So scared and unsure,
I’m not sure what to do.
Part of me wants to run
and part wants to hold on.
I should be happy.
I am happy and blessed.
I don’t deserve what I have.
I have so much.
I’ve never known
this much joy.
And yet I feel
I should give it up
to someone more worthy.
I will make it up;
somehow,
someway,
someday.
So many things at once,
I’m not sure how to deal.
Pulled so many ways,
one thing after another.
Not sure I know myself.
Perhaps, the dream
is the nightmare.
So scared and unsure,
I’m not sure what to do.
Part of me wants to run
and part wants to hold on.
I should be happy.
I am happy and blessed.
I don’t deserve what I have.
I have so much.
I’ve never known
this much joy.
And yet I feel
I should give it up
to someone more worthy.
I will make it up;
somehow,
someway,
someday.