The daylight passes into night
And though I see there is no sight
Release the hold of reality
To drift in dreams of Fantasy
For what is light without its touch
To live in dreams, a poor mans crutch
A fantasy that floats in vain
Is all but shadows and pools of pain.
The light still flickers on the wall
No warmth or colour, a shape thats all
Yet still it claims to draw my gaze
As reality then ebbs and fades.