Wrapped in the finest lilac they could find,
Fairies adorn my cover, my heart and my mind.
I believe in magic, the most wonderful kind,
Open your heart and love will unwind.
So in my deep sleep,
Which is a long time after counting sheep,
My mind, my memories go weak,
Then it’s only the truth I seek…
In confused colours of all kinds, swirls,
Twists and twirls of bold the truth is just
Sweeping past. Making no sense. God it’s infuriating!
In dreams everything is real, it’s life that’s fake,
That’s why the truth fades when we wake.