It is better to dream

Don’t wake me yet
For the real world
It’s better to dream
Let me sleep awhile.

What is this reality
But make believe
False smiles, fickle faith
Lives on borrowed time.

What is past, will also be
Years like dried leaves
Each as the other
Running the same miles.

They say its wrong
To love too many
Not trust in gods
Walk on lonely roads.

Many seas to sail
Sweet songs to hum
It would be a sin
To not pay heed.

On the cliff’s edge
I close my eyes
Fears fall, Wings grow
I step out and fly.

Don’t wake me now
For this real world
It’s better to dream
Let me sleep.