If these are the things that. Dreams are made of. Why don't I dream. Anymore. I've tried to tell myself. Nothing's changed my dear. But I look around me. And think maybe that's not so. I only have nightmares. And wake up with cold sweat. Coming through my pores. Why don't I dream anymore. I'm in the garden. All the trees bear fruit. I have to pick them before they fall. I finally grab one. I hold it in my hand. I open it up. It's rotten to the core. Why don't I dream anymore. If these are the things that. Dreams are made of. Why don't I dream. Anymore. We lose our patience. Lose our trust. Yes we lose our innocence. To forget our sorrow and hide our pain. We lose old memories. But dreams are what life's worth living for. I wish I could dream. Once more. I'm in the garden. All the trees bear fruit. I have to pick them before they fall. I finally grab one. I hold it in my hand. I open it up. It's rotten to the core. Why don't I dream anymore. If these are the things that. Dreams are made of. Why don't I dream anymore. I've tried to tell myself. It's all for the best my dear. But I look around me and think. Maybe that's not so. I only have nightmares. Wake up in a cold sweat. Have I become as corrupt. As all I abhor. I'm in the garden. All the trees bear fruit. I have to pick them before they fall. I finally grab one. I hold it in my hand. I open it up. It's rotten to the core. Why don't I dream anymore. If these are the things that. Dreams are made of. If these are the things that. Dreams are made of. If these are the things that. Dreams are made of. I don't want anymore