I was thinking of a series of dreams Where nothing comes up to the top. Everything stays down where its wounded And comes to a permanent stop. Wasnt thinking of anything specific, Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams. Nothing truly very scientific, Just thinking of a series of dreams. Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo drag, And theres no exit in any direction Cept the one that you cant see with your eyes. Wasnt making any great connections, Wasnt falling for any intricate schemes. Nothing that would pass inspection, Just thinking of a series of dreams. Dreams where the umbrella is folded, And into the path you are hurled, And the cards are no good that youre holding Unless theyre from another world. In one, the surface was frozen. In another, I witnessed a crime. In one, I was running, and in another All I seemed to be doing was climb. Wasnt looking for any special assistance, Not going to any great extremes. Id already gone the distance, Just thinking of a series of dreams. Dreams where the umbrella is folded, And into the path you are hurled, And the cards are no good that youre holding Unless theyre from another world. Id already gone the distance, Just thinking of a series of dreams. Just thinking of a series of dreams. Just thinking of a series of dreams
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 20:01:08 +0000
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