No Dreams

Miles and miles of cut down trees,

Dead flowers, dead birds, dead plants, and dead bees.

This is a complete nightmare, it seems,

Though, it is only life when you have no dreams.

Deafening silence will ring through your mind.

Until you wish you cannot hear, 

Until you wish you are blind.

Soon your brain is washed up with the mud,

Running thick through your heart,

And running free through your blood.

Now your entire body is filled up with sorrow,

Because you're losing today, and there is no tomorrow.

Yes, you're now stranded in nowhere land, where nothing goes on.

No present, past or future,

No sunrise, or dawn.

There's no joy, excitement, pity, or fear,

No months, days, time or years.

You're now in the place where things turn to stone,

Though if one thing is certain, you don't feel alone.

Cause the sand near the river will sing you a song,

And you've got nowhere to go, so you just sing along.

The joy runs through you as you dance in the sky,

Knowing that you were never born, and never going to die.

But then the ghostly fog starts beaming,

And the joyful old rivers, they stop streaming.

Now the fog is around you, and your soul awakes,

And the floor you're walking on gets slippery with snakes.

You're starting to see almost no light at all,

When the haunting voices continue to call.

The nightmare is welcoming you back, it seems.

Back to reality.

Where you have no dreams.