D.S.N.L Poem by Gabriel Crow

There is a feeling of sleep on the ground.
Dead bodies, make little sound.
So, lets all leap,
Lets all creep,
Into the world of Dreams.
Into the world of Screams.
Into the world of Nightmares.
Into the world of Love.
Where pink aardvarks flirt
and wild Aces dance
And teacups on acid quietly lurk.

Where what race or place,
You are, or come from doesent really matter.
In dreams you get away from a world getting sadder.
In dreams you gett away from a world getting mader.
In dreams can you build castles made of bread
And fight politicly corect Crusades
In dreams you can be you or some thing elese.
You can be a hippo, or a rock
A king or a lock
What ever you want.
So long as you have a dream