Waking moments are clouded

With what I want to be

Dreams of myself are doubted

Whether or not I flee

Easiness of escaping

I know what I must do

Forevermore inflating

My doubts of me and you

While inside, screamed and shouted

Covered up with glee

And outside, I was crowded

Wanting to be free

Dreams are tantelating

Until I reed the proof

Interestingly blantant

With a sadness underfoot