Dream Machine

I am a dream machine

The things

I see when

I sleep You wouldn't believe

I am a weird machine

Which I'd rather be

Than cold and unfeeling

Than stone and freewheeling

For no reason

Why would

I try then?

I am a whisper at night

When maybe

I shouldn't so shy

I am a smile when it feels right

But mostly just pretty dry

What would

I be then and

Why would

I try?