Where is this place I enter when it’s dark,

Having left my world behind with sleepy eyes?

I drift to lands that seem so very far,

And often times I choose which path is mine.

It’s almost frightening it seems so very real,

And is it not? At times I cannot tell.

I’m left to think of how I often feel,

When morning sun comes rising over hill.

I wake and my fair vision fades away;

The sun, the light, two things it cannot test.

But when I’m there—there is no price to pay;

There’s joy, there’s fear, but never pain or death.

If I must sleep and never wake again,

I’ll drift into an everlasting dream.