The world of your dreams is often cruel and unforgiving

Spinning you tales from your past dressed up as a new Beginning

Things changed by time perhaps by years

Are shown to you as they were and play on your fears

For a moment at least you can believe what you are shown

Till reality kicks in and the true facts are known

A torture at times but only when you wake

As some of what you are shown you would gladly take

An old love returned or a knife in the chest

What each night has in store can never be guessed

However there is one thing that all dreams share

When you wake they end and you can choose if you care