It smells like chicago outside and I hate it
Though I slept all day so it shouldn't concern me
Though I did dream of things that should terrify me
I dreamt I was cast in a show and was thankful
Played a matriarch mad all bedecked in light lilac
And after the show I came crying to Hero
She told me my new dream was not quite for me
I said I agreed when it came to the present
But I'd build up my life so I could take the strain
She said no never you really won't thrive there
She wasn't herself so I still disagreed
And it scares me to think that dream her might be right
Since real her was right with Columbia's concern
And it scares me to think she might not be herself
I should heed premonitions but look to the real thing
But what if the real thing still says the same
And I can't afford another huge failure
This last one was quite hard enough as it is
But my mind keeps falling into these vast chasms
And believing I don't of course have what it takes
And I want to roar and heave up some defiance
But then I might return depressed and ashamed
Having a second dream is quite the hassle
When your first got so battered it immediately died
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