Beside my tortured soul I sit
And weave within my mind
Stories upon illusion based
Wanderings inside my head

I think of things that could be
And things that never have
And construct within my feeble brain
A delusion to drive me mad

I think of you, your silky hair
Your countenance so true
And dream of dreams about our lives
Undaunted by mere fear

I dream of love, of loving you
Of holding you so dear
To keep you safe, to take your hand
To hold your fears at bay

But then I must conceive reality at hand
And put the hopes that I have
The dreams, the thoughts, my aspirations
Back inside their shiny box
And lay beside my tortured soul