It feels strange to be back here again
Something like a dream
All the feelings, sights, sounds and tastes
Seem to come at me through a screen of smoke
A detatched experience of life
A message in bottled water
"Stay with jars of able people
at the back of mania
when the trees are green and blue"
Resounds with confusion in my soul.
And there it is again
That breaking point where I feel the screen
Start to thin and lift
Like fog under the sun's scrutiny
Once more I experience life first hand
The tears streaming down my face surprise me
For they are not born of pain
But well up from that pivotal moment
Where I become part of the beauty
That once was a dream
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if you found out you were dreaming, would you want to wake up?
Please don't interrupt me. That last sentence took a lot of effort to think of and now I have to think of another one.
Something like a dream
All the feelings, sights, sounds and tastes
Seem to come at me through a screen of smoke
A detatched experience of life
A message in bottled water
"Stay with jars of able people
at the back of mania
when the trees are green and blue"
Resounds with confusion in my soul.
And there it is again
That breaking point where I feel the screen
Start to thin and lift
Like fog under the sun's scrutiny
Once more I experience life first hand
The tears streaming down my face surprise me
For they are not born of pain
But well up from that pivotal moment
Where I become part of the beauty
That once was a dream
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if you found out you were dreaming, would you want to wake up?
Please don't interrupt me. That last sentence took a lot of effort to think of and now I have to think of another one.
