In the middle of a dream, high above in the air,
The sun begins rising from the main city square.
the houses are bent, they're abandoned no doubt,
the walls at me staring, if they could, they would shout:

"You who created, why do us poor?
is it us or is you, who's in need of a cure?
You regard it a dream, you can still make it right,
if you just close your eyes, you will lose what's in sight."

The streets they are sloped, the tiles are downhill,
rolling and leaving, only I'm staying still.
The sun she gets covered by a fog turning black
It's encasing my body, it excitedly asks:

"You who created, how does it feel?
now you barely can see, are you feeling the fear?  
You regard it a dream, there's no need to feel Sad,
if you just close your eyes, you will wake up in bed."

I am feeling just right, not a trace of your fear,
between dreams and reality, my difference is clear.
the moment you scatter, I will be by myself
in silence, in the air, I can only feel safe.

And to you who were made by, how does it feel?
to exist with no power in a world that's not real.
It is nearing the end, so clear how it's fake,
I am closing my eyes, and once open, I'll awake.

If I say jump then you might think,
I found a frog beneath the sink.
but how it got there I don't know,
"it doesn't matter let it go",
It said and quaked it was so loud,
I felt confused and looked around.
The room expands, I'm getting small,
there was a message on the wall.
"Stop reading nonsense, I can tell,
your mind enjoys its little cell".
And you just thought, when I said jump,
those silly things that I made up.
It's all for you, so don't feel bad,
I'm waiting just for you to land.

I never wrote a piece on Love
I heard it fits us like a glove.
For some it's warm and airy light
for others rough and squeezing tight.
We wish to have it, not a doubt
so much we'd let the genie out.
To relish feeling close and dear
to know there'll be a time we tear.
By either joy, or broken heart,
As both entail a brand-new start.
A home we build as seasons turn,
Of moments past that won't return.
And if your heart is scared to feel,
Embraced by silence, cold and still.
I'll help you light it, make it burn,
A feeling I have had to learn.