Sandman

Some things in life, our heart'll never tell
As breaking, in minds, our behavioring spell
And braking the progress inside of ourselves
With lives and knives never leaving their shelves

And following our white rabbit's trail in its past
Forgetting personas and thoughts rather fast
Feasting with kings and courts of those dreams
Whose intentions, just there, are all what it seems

But the darlings and fairies are bottled inside
Glass bottles and vases, on horses that stride
Through deserts of ice, through mountains of sorrow
Stealing our dreams with the sadness that follows.