Post by Wallflower on Mar 6, 2005 4:31:07 GMT -5
The air is cold and dry;
I cant seem to figure out why.
I feel like gruesome sleep;
Passing out, going millions of fathoms deep.
Darkness and fog, befall my dreams;
Suddenly we're playing among the moonbeams.
Things change, quickly in a dream so true;
For some reason, I can never change the things we do.
The dream always ends the same;
On a certain note, with the same pain.
There never IS a turning back;
Not when I lay down my head, and it all goes black.
It's like an unchangeable mobile, weird as it sounds;
Yet oddly enough, it makes sense, on its own grounds.
A dream is merely a series of thoughts, it knows this enough;
The dream awakens you, and is but a diamond in the rough.
I cant seem to figure out why.
I feel like gruesome sleep;
Passing out, going millions of fathoms deep.
Darkness and fog, befall my dreams;
Suddenly we're playing among the moonbeams.
Things change, quickly in a dream so true;
For some reason, I can never change the things we do.
The dream always ends the same;
On a certain note, with the same pain.
There never IS a turning back;
Not when I lay down my head, and it all goes black.
It's like an unchangeable mobile, weird as it sounds;
Yet oddly enough, it makes sense, on its own grounds.
A dream is merely a series of thoughts, it knows this enough;
The dream awakens you, and is but a diamond in the rough.