Dreamworld..

I used to love sleeping didn't I?..
Now that I remember..
Getting that excitement to just go to sleep..
Heading off to the dream world like that..
Because, the best part was I would always wake up..
And, straight after I would remember the whole dream..
I would be able to wake up whenever I wanted during the dream..
And, at times I would even know if I was dreaming..
I would even say to myself.. "this is a dream"
It used to be a world I had complete control over..
And I loved it.
But now.. I'm lucky to even remember a portion of the dream..
I know I've been dreaming..
It's a feeling that just can't escape my body..
But I never know what about anymore..
And, if by that slim chance I remember my dream..
By the day's end I would have already forgotten it..
Completely..

It makes me wonder if this is only because I've lost my dream..
Replacing it with a dream not my own?..
A dream for the world..
A dream against me..
I suppose it's an answer I'll never get.