Please, don’t make me stop
Dreaming, breathing, living
For I am happiest when I am active
Both in my mind and in my heart
What if it is all an illusion?
In the end, aren’t we all made of dreams?
The sweetest kiss ever tasted
The softest touch ever felt
Nothing compares to the beautiful snare
Of the mind, body and heart
Passion and pain are all an illusion
A game we play, for fantasy we crave
Ask then, how can one measure reality?
In follies lived, and dreams forgotten
For we seldom remember reality
In fact, we loath it!
Don’t make me stop
Dreaming, breathing, living
For I am happiest in the sweet refrain
Of my swelled and blinded heart