Sad time.

It is sad.
It is sad because of time.
It is sad because I want to cry.
It is not sad because I want to.

It is sad because you want to.
It is sad because you don’t want to cry.
It is sad because of time.
It is sad.

When i'm sad, I sleep.
When I sleep, I dream.
When I dream, you are with me.
When you are with me, I wake up.
When I wake up, it’s sad.

So why sleep to dream, to be with you and be sad?
Why can’t it be happy and real?
Why do I think? Why do I have imagination?
To be sad?