Little dreamer,
with galaxies lost in your eyes,
with the universe laid before your sight,
must you entrance me tonight?

I get sucked into the abyss that is your mind,
I get thrown into the horrors that plague your night.
But most importantly,
I get enchanted by the hope in your eyes.

You keep me up, little dreamer,
with the fantasies that you conspire.
But tonight, I mourn myself,
For I am tired of being divine.