Oct 2012
I wonder aloud:
When a dreamer dies,
What happens to their dreams?
A man replies:
They float away, into nothing.
I ask :
What if they die in their sleep?
He replies, with a face of stone:
The dreams become nightmares
Then they come true.
We're all just that
Remnants of a dreamers nightmare
Pieces that, they'd wish to disappear
We're all just manifestations
Of their over active brains
Dreams that came true
When we were supposed to fade.
I ask, with oceans swimming in my eyes:
What if they never go to sleep?
He turns toward me and turns into something you'd never believe.
When a dreamer dies,
What happens to their dreams?
A man replies:
They float away, into nothing.
I ask :
What if they die in their sleep?
He replies, with a face of stone:
The dreams become nightmares
Then they come true.
We're all just that
Remnants of a dreamers nightmare
Pieces that, they'd wish to disappear
We're all just manifestations
Of their over active brains
Dreams that came true
When we were supposed to fade.
I ask, with oceans swimming in my eyes:
What if they never go to sleep?
He turns toward me and turns into something you'd never believe.
