Sometimes I confuse my dreams with nightmares,
Because dreams for me always end with a scare,
Whether it be drowning or embarrassing stares,
It gives me all the reason to want to stay aware;
But this time I dreamt, and the dream was weird,
Because it wasn't about boys or the end being near,
It wasn't about being clowned or a stupid little fear,
The dream was about all my friends being here;
I felt a sense of nostalgia, then we were at some talent show,
But the show was like a bar, and the name was Unknown,
All the new faces around me, but only three I'd ever known,
The lights were low, and the only lights were pink, blue, and yellow;
The lights were like a neon, and everything else was pitch black,
Then I could make out one friend's face, and the other two were coming from the back,
I remember telling one that the talent show was whack,
Then he grabbed my hand, and shot a smile, then my heart started beating fast...
I've never had any feelings for this one particular friend,
And it was a really weird way for my first good dream to end,
But I woke up really confused, and now I just have to blend,
Oh man, it's really weird, because today I have to see this friend again.
Ugh, teenage life.