Inspired from "words from the walls" by Ramon Morales.
A dream is only a dream
but yet i live when i sleep.
i live what i dream,
but i hope to neva see or face reality.
I close my eye only to arise,
like a thief in the night walking in eternal darkness,
In this land of heartless.
Caught in a web an friends with death
i inhale and exhale my last breath.
So tell me is it just a dream?
or is everything i dream really–reality?