What place is this, from my slumber I wake;
a mistiful world, a smell of roses flake?
I walk this world of nightmare hollow,
dare not treasure this dreamful wallow.
The feeling is real but this world's a lie;
if I keep on living, surely I'll die.
What place is this within my slumber,
where the sky is that of umber?
I wander through this bleary abyss,
confused about this worldly amiss.
All my dreams and fears before me;
out in the open for me to see.
I run but all is still;
I can't help myself be ill.
I am lost within this world of dreams;
alone forever, in a world of gleams.