Mopheus

What are these things that come to us in dreams
Or better yet, how are these dreams induced?
If only you could see what I have seen
Each time the musing Morpheus is loosed

The god of dreams now comes in many forms
In Morphine, Oxy, Codeine, Powdered D
And worst of all the cheap and deadly horse
Which being broke would gladly have killed me

It hits like music flushing out all pain
And takes you many places in your dreams
And does such wondrous things to time and space
But nothing ever is the way it seems

It will enslave you, slow and subtley
Then Morpheus will leave you utterly