My Dreams

I stay in bed as long as I can

for its only in my dreams

I feel like a man.

Even though I realise nothing is real

it’s in these dreams my fears

I can conceal.

I never have a nightmare

or wake up with fright,

in those moments

everything is alright.

But as I awake my spirit drops

with the knowledge these 

pleasant dreams must stop.

I always remember

what it is I have dreamt

and I console myself

by thinking it was time well spent.

Then it is a battle

to get through the day,

to face everyone and listen

to what they have to say.

I count down the hours

until I’m back in my bed

where I can drift away

and forget what they said.