It was always your way to disappear as I fell into a slumber,
In your wake lay wisps of smoke and I, beginning to wonder.
Were you my fascinating reality or a terrible dream?
Either way, I could never confine you within my realm.
It was always with you I thought of taking flight,
But as morning came, you left with the night.
Come back someday, won’t you?
And take me away too.
Here I am, but the dreams won’t come true,
Not even you.