Never Be Pessimistic

Reality seeps into my dreams, becoming countless nightmares that refuse to leave.

You told me, “As long as you dream of dawn, you’re close to waking up. You’ll be able to escape the nightmares.”

I met you in my dreams, but in the end, you were as fleeting as a dream.

At long last, I overcame the nightmares, and you disappeared along with them.

You were born of nightmares, and I lived for dreams of the sky.