dreaming wasnt a problem
its the obsession that consumed
nobody could be a dream man
every relationship forced to be doomed
well
maybe not at all
i dissected the qualities i had written
and if love was a bug
i was set not being bitten because the qualities felt too drastic
but they were basic necessities to hold
treat me with respect, i said
someone with who to grow old, they said
must be good listener, a kid said
is he a good man, curly girl said
a list of qualities
like armor to shield
but my heart isnt closed off
its long luscious field
reality isnt doomed
the dream is to wake
if i can only seeing you through the dream
i would order hundred
thousand
million of sleeping pill
so we can meet as long as i have them
as long as it