As we Lay in bed waiting to rest We never know if a nightmare or good dream will be expressed But any chance to escape reality and live in your own world is a feeling of being blessed But then agian the nightmare could come and you'll be woken up feeling distressed Between the world and our imagination it seems as if we can't escape Things are either good or bad and the balance between the two is something we can't seem to break To find the balance between the good and the bad The love and the hate It's as if we won't ever get rid of this weight The nightmare and the good dream Its as if we're just fighting for no reason other then to redeem The better path to follow The better vision to see The better way to be These bad dreams are taking us off our feet But making us stronger and more willing to face defeat Wake up from the dream just to fall back asleep
Good dreams vs bad dreams Doesn't matter in the end though We will live and learn from every extream So go back to sleep Understand that we're in deep Awake and even asleep

All my poems are written by myself. I normally just write them and save them. Yes I know about the Grammer and spelling errors. It's a raw poem