a head filled with dreams

Finally I'm back in the depths of my head In the left hand corner where I always sat and wept Frightened by lightning, frightened by the dark Frightened by the heights, looking down the escarp The flowers are still blooming, the fog is on the rise I stare in wondrousness through my lens from the inside I take myself to worlds, unimagined, undescribed And fly above the waters, whispering myself good night But don't you dare take me to the real world Don't ever let my voice be heard Don't you dare take me to the real world My legs will be numb, my vision blurred Back to 4 am, yellow skies kiss the roofs A strange feeling wanders from my head across the room Cold November nights while the moon softly looms A dark shadow tiptoes and she won't fall asleep soon Pretty as the night is, all drenched in blue Mist covers the horizon, desaturated hue The fruit so ripe they rotted while it leaps into view A head filled with dreams and with dread that they come true But don't you dare take me to the real world Don't ever let my voice be heard Don't you dare take me to the real world My legs will be numb, my vision blurred Frightened by lightning, frightened by the dark Frightened by the heights, looking down the escarp Frightened by living, frightened by death Frightened by all the things Past and ahead