It's strange.
You wake up feeling alien in your bed,
'Where is my fantasy? '
Reality creeped in while you were asleep.
...
Shall we chat, dearest one
Or dance to pass the time?
While we wait for He to come and save us from our lives.
...
It's Strange
It's strange.
You wake up feeling alien in your bed,
'Where is my fantasy? '
Reality creeped in while you were asleep.
It sat by you, watching you.
It mocked the world of make-believe
Dancing in your mind.
As you awoke it entered you,
Like a witch's curse.
'Where is your prince now? '
Waiting in the depths of your head,
Until you return to your fanciful bed.