Undeserving Dreams

It's the little chirps

That awake me

From my daylong dreams

Which stay in my head

Until once again I reach my bed,

I use my dreams the second I open my
Crusty,

Lazy,

Eyes.

And once I hear the bird's song,

I'm on my way.

Sometime I float upon flowers

As I make my way through the house,

And sometimes I stretch to great lengths,

Higher than Empire State Building,

And I get to run around my own playground

I call Earth.

But then sometimes the bird is no longer singing,

Instead I awake to howls and growls

Of inhumane beasts,

And my dreams terrify my own soul

Because it's piercing with pain

As fire crawls up my legs and arms

Until I'm classified as my own sun,

And there's nothing I can do

Because I cannot control my dreams.