Days spent in an endless ring,
I pray for night to come, just to hear him sing.
“Sleep now and leave your world behind,
Come to me, I am waiting inside your mind.”

Who is this beautiful stranger waiting for me to sleep?
Why is it only in my dreams, I am his to keep?

I see his face within my dreams,
Handsome with a light I’ve never seen.
The curve of his lips, and the shade of his eyes,
Are filled with a kindness that my world would despise.

Is he real, or an escape my mind has created for my sanity?
How can I love a figment of imagination, and feel nothing for humanity?

Trusting his voice as I have trusted no other,
I tumble down the rabbit hole, floating down to him like a feather.
Catching and cradling my body like a precious treasure,
I hear his heartbeat against mine inspiring feelings of ultimate pleasure.

Whose world is real, and whose is false?
How can both exist, how can both have a pulse?

I dread the dawn that always comes,
For on its heels, I hear another song.
Sleep again my treasured love, and leave this world for another dream,
When you wake, you’ll find the hole that will help you find your way to me.

Which is reality and which is fantasy?
When will he leave his world to be with me?