Originally published in "Lines and Shadows" May 1982
You lay your head on a pillow and slowly close your eyes
Your head drifts off to sleep as your Dreamworld starts to rise
When this World is built, it is done without flaw nor error
This World can be filled with ecstasy or filled with horrid terror
This World seems so real, yet has no logic or reason
It does not matter what the year, it does not matter what the season
All through the night you face its challenges alone
For no one can be there to help you, so you must be on your own
When your Dreamworld starts to fade and you awake to the day ... then
You may be more willing to face the real world again
(c) Michelle Mundling
August 1981
