i see you in my dreams
they mean not much to me

of course you know i’m lying
(could it be any other way)

partner in my sleep
lover day to day

occupying my mind
borrowing my time

no one thought to notice
what this would actually mean

is it simply trust?
or unrequited lust

emotions run amok
childish thoughts and dreams

who are we to say
that nothing has to stay

i listen through and through
and all i see is you

sitting at the end
of a painfully (well) thought out plot

is it going as you fancied?
do things turn out this way

slipping down the tale
of this unimagined life

so frivolous and yet
ten times
as nice