I fell to the ground
In one big shiny heap
I bounced without a sound
And tried hard not to sleep
Soon though I slept hard
And long, without relief
And dreamt of swimming guard
Near a shark infested reef
I woke up (not) too late
Just feeling free and clear
I face a newer fate
With hope, because, comes fear
I hate songs like this one
Which use dreams to show the soul
I'll try to pare it down to none
So that I become the whole
For dreams are simply dreams
Do not translate from my heart
And the real things really seem
To be where I've got to start
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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