THE DREAM... deep and poetic
The path is not straight its windy, blowing off my mind
The headache my head is getting my air should be a pain reliever
My heart is pounding the beats of a funeral
But the dream is ever alive even in a murdered mind
I was born on the streets, there’s nothing golden about that spoon
You can’t run no further if ahead is a cul-de-sac
What they call the dream they say is beyond that end of the road
The dream is a lady that is worth all your love
She deserves all the days of your life put together
She’s not an old lady waiting to die but just sucking all of you
Don’t be deceived by passions you love because you’re dreaming small balls
I would say look into the mirror but you’ve done that over a million times
Looking for some comfort from a living being in a pane of glass
The loneliness, that feeling is the hunger for the lady dream
You don’t know what you’re looking for but you just keep yearning
You would have to scale mountains, slay some dragons, swim some oceans
Picking pieces of yourself along the discovery journey
No maps work here just the little humming from your blood machine
Put away the sloth, the thoughts, do it, for you and never to please another
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