I guess I'll never see the world that the singers melodize about, the scenes on the television screens. They're perfect, full of fun and adventure. I guess that's why i'm always sleeping ...so i can at least dream the world I cry for. The beautiful world, the amazing one we read about in stories. Where does that inspiration even come from? It's disheartening to wake up... To wake up and go through the daily routine of the real world. The same miserable people, the same complaints, the same dissatisfaction for excitement, passion, and scenery of the beautiful world I envision. So I'll sleep... Because dreaming is the closest I'll get to the world Id give anything for...