I love such random bouts of inspirational words

Your skin falls asleep
upon soft, soft sheets.
But what if, it's not you I dream of
this time? Rather it's sweet melodies of me...

I believe all my life
I was on a search
for someone to make
my life what it is all ready worth.

There's nothing outside of us
we don't all ready have within;
it's just these societal projections
we seem to want to always win.

These walls blinded my view
until I met the world outside you.
It's pointless to form such grand notions
when sitting in a box you have no plan to open.

And now I've seen what's within me,
without a single person that I knew;
so why don't you, too,
figure out what you can do;
what can you do?

So now I invite your soft skin back in
but no longer will it hold my fingers within
a past that has limited adrenaline.

I have enough visions
to last until your mind makes some decisions.
I can dream for me and I can dream for you
until your body acts upon what your soul can do;
the only way to ever locate the true you...