To sleep in time
I talk in real
that real in the dream
holding me to time
on uneven keel;
things were never enough but not with this.
Not this much.
Here. More.
This slinking away to time
slobbering out. Like one or three.
Totting out
switching tack,
parring things down to mime.
I won't be sleeping in this sense of that real.
This is our song I will be singing now.
A song where dreaming is more important
than the real. So bring me back to time.
Once again. This will be a story of a kingdom.
It's not a story in time.
Let's get to it then. A story you would like.
Once upon a dream.