-Dreams-

By: Phoebe dela Paz

Not easy for me to open my eyes

to examine the things here in paradise

hard turns to soft, fire turns to ice

when I suppose to wake and realize

Realize what’s good and bad

learn to recognize and make a plan

differentiates right from wrong

fix a belief and have to be strong

This calmest place, now I think I’m dead

maybe I’m missing, clothes must inverted

then the heart beats fast, from a Helldevilish power

forget the word calm, thoughts to ponder