Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams of nothing,
Fill up my clouded head.
They give me the visions,
That I thought for awhile were dead.

I've founded, once more,
The meaning to my life.
To take things with caution,
Love deep and be kind.

Never again will I wonder,
If I am worth all the time.
For what good would I be,
To be soundless as a mime?

So here's to the old me.
I'll triumph once again.
For my sweet, agile lover,
And my one true best friend.

My dreams have returned.
And with them, so have I.
So don't think for a second,
That you'll get to say "Goodbye".