I’m under the influence of my dreams.
Dreams make me higher than a bird in the sky.
They drop me down into hell itself.
Sleep is the intoxicate of my dreams.
My craving returns each night.
I’m in constant wonder what I will see next.
The habit is never broken.
I am hooked from the day I was born till the day I die.
A bad hit is a real nightmare.
I scream, wake up, and cringe.
I want to quit so much.
Yet I go back each night for another fix.
I see things no drugs can provide.
The experience is almost euphoric.
No one can deny the feeling.
I’m addicted to my dreams.