Dreamland

I walk over the bridge
and hold onto a chain,
Hoping to swing
to the other side.

Beneath me is running water
bursting from the earth,
bursting outside of me.
And it falls for no one to see.

I cling to what i'm holding onto,
I cannot let myself fall.

I cling, and the chains belong to me,
I cannot let myself fall.

I dont know where I go
inside my mind.

I dont know what I find
Inside my mind.

A place that holds me in my sleep.
Im the only one trying to keep
all the wasted water, that forms a sea below
once the rocks hit bottom
and the waves hit there own flow.

Somehow i survived and woke from a deadly dream,
now nothing can be real,
as real as the darkness seems.

The night drinks me in,
but ive yet to be spit out.
And I just spin in circles
wondering what this world's about...