A few nightmares attack me,
 the devils trying to destract me.
Chase my joy away,
here on Christmas day.

I dreamed my wife and I broke up,
but in reality we're doing fine.
In another closed eye adventure,
my house was being destroyed.
I woke up feeling beat,
but
I jumped right on my feet.

Movies played out on the tv and in dream,
can never make me scream.
I'm about the business of joy,
I'm a grown man,
not an immature little boy.

Nightmares use to scare me,
chase me and frightened me.

That was way before I took the controls.
A script wrote out in closed eyes,
gets over written with open eyes.
I simply didn't like the show,
so the show has to go.

Go write for weaker souls devil,
trying to bring me down to your level,
while my eyelids were shut.
None of your stories interest me,
they only momentarily destract me.

I'm the author of my life.

G