Losing Dreamland

tell me again why it is we wake
when dreaming does so often take
a more agreeable view of all we do
a way to chase the dream that flew
why can't we live in the land
we make up like castles made of sand
when eyes are closed and darkness falls
in all but the brightest of mind's halls
why do we wake to this world there is
and flee from those in our mind we miss
I will stand at waking and protest
that where i just left is best
If waking has a heart at all
she will let me go to where i call
the home that never feels cold
where I can be me, and break the mould