Where to draw the line?

In the first sweet sleep of night,

When the stars are shining bright.

When the winds are breathing low,

when the moon emits its glow,

I wake up from a scary dream,

Where I was lost in a stream,

Silently going down below,

Lost in a dark and empty hollow.

I rise like a lion after slumber,

Dancing to a fearless number,

I shake off the chains off me,

Which in my sleep had enslaved me.

I start working with a cheery song,

But I have a feeling its all wrong.

I know something is bothering me,

Even though its precluded by me.

I make a search for the brighter side.

Is it right to fear the unknown and hide?

I think about that dream of mine,

And I wonder "Where to draw the line"?