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