A dream is like a song, perfection it seeks but never reached. Always there is to add, to create, and where a stop we put? It will probably never come...
Monday, February 06, 2006
Can I join you there...?
The dripping drops break the serene of the night
Twisting and turning upon my bed I laid
Wishing that silence rings only upon my ears
Are you with me, or in the land of fantasies??
Making up what you wished you could have been
Can I join you there?
I'll lit a cigarette if I ever smoke
Views through that window, I might just enjoy
If ever that helps to sooth my soul
Couldn't time ticks a little faster bringing light upon my face?
So bright my eyes will close, I will lay on my bed
And create my own fantasies
This is my night, at times without the drips
Twisting and turning upon my bed I laid
Wishing that silence rings only upon my ears
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