Take me to the places I've dreamed,
the ones inside my mind.
The faces I don't recognize,
but I know that they're my kind.
Their voices are unknown,
stuck inside my head.
And the worst time
when they come to me most,
is when I lay upon my bed.
I can remember
gourds made into art
and the times when I was younger,
my mind fuzzy and blurred.
So take me back to those places,
so I might remember what
I'd heard.