When I come undone

Sometimes I dream...
I dream that I can burn all my fears
Dream with paper flowers and the most biggest tree
Dream to make a river with all my tears.

Dream my hair moreee Red (Cause' is black)
and my soul more Blue.
I dream that Robert smith gives me a draw
I dream a real friend
A real Luv
A real face.
I dream to have a beautiful voice
I dream to drive the yellow submarine of The beatles
or  I can be confort with  knows their Strawberry fields.

I dream to kiss a girl
I dream to forget almost all except my favorite music and books.
I dream with a world less blind. (But I am too)

I dream to have a fucking happy life without money
(wait... I'm alive?)

I dream to see more than the mirror shows me everyday
Dream to love myself first... (But I still care first for the heart of another bastard)

I dream to have less and make less  and wait less and lie less and life less and Be less
(But the question.... Am I waiting?)
¿Amm I lying?
¿Am I making something?
¿Am I living?
¿Am I somebody?

Sometimes I dream.... but ...

But the morning always come to kill the dream....