Think you                 KNOW
I was born                 WITHOUT YOU
BUt My feeling        ARE A LIttLE BIT STRONG.

WHAT  is THIS?*
                                  that  StaNDS     before    ME
                                  figure in                           BLACK
                              ­    that PointS at me
                                  turns    Round              ­   QUICK
                                  and starts to run

                                  find out i am
                                  the chosen                        ONE.

Hashtag:weirddreams
In a dream I looked upon a world like this;
The future was here. It was today. It was now and
the wings on birds had malted, and
the atmosphere was spent.
Spent, because currency had proven
worthless.  
Hashtag:firstworldprobs
(piles
on top of
piles of    washingtonsjeffersonsandgrants    now sat        
                                    stagnant,    Hash­tag:getmoney            
devalued over time by the American glutton who had paved our roads with imported plastic,
cheap polymers to build empires quickly, since we were so young with so little history so little culture and so little ritual. Hashtag:omgsoboring.
We played catch-up
by simply investing very little effort,
and paying very little respect,

With expectations of getting really *******
Big).  Hashtag:sorrynotsorry
Which didn’t end up working. Hashtag:whoops

And so then we just burned up all that money, quite literally, ignited by the last few drops of oil we could manage to squeeze from Earth’s stones.
And its smoke, smelling faintly of our forefathers’ intentions, turned the turbines for our televisions and deep fryers while we sat and felt ourselves getting smaller and smaller.

Then I woke up, and realized it was only a dream.  

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As my body defeats sleep
I find I am awake again
Only my dream s must  I keep
for another night for I find myself without sleep
there see, there is my mind again
Sunday morning
Clouds go by
And there here is
A wiZZard
and he walks by
never talking just keeps walking
spelling his majik.

I must tonight                                                                                 go
                                  for i must                                                        sleep
wall of sleep is cool and                                                                  broken
                                                     ­    wall of sleep now you are       woken
            Night Just this man called                                                      Paul.

'To   DaY  I  f A R T E D in a lift
M A N     that is just     W   R    O    N    G
On so many     L
                              E
                               ­       V
                                               E
                                                    L
         ­                                              S.

Blue sat at the bar very
                                 D E P R E S S E D

Red came over and asked blue
would she like a drink
                                   S H E  S A I D

no that would not be good
                                       for tonight i do not feel P U R P L E.

Brink felt on edge
not this way or neither that.

Up
                  shot Up

they did not know each other though

                  Up said it made him feel a man

There is no good to the Up side of this

                  Up in his prison cell

                  neither felt Up neither down

                  Up shot himself.

Up sat down
then felt low
low was beside himself
and had to go
go stopped
and really got up.

Trust these days is hard to fined
                                                             but i must in the job i do
and trust what you say is real
                                                             but people you make so many mistakes
some days i fined it not so real
                                                             but i am willing to learn
how you are and really feel.

How nice would it be
If those few certain people
That we are stuck thinking about
All the time
Could just know
What we want
Or how we feel
If we're constantly thinking
"I miss you"
Somehow that person
Would feel it
Then one vibration of the phone later
A text from them saying "I miss you too"
Those things that we want
But don't want to admit
And no ones a mind reader
But how nice would it be
To have that person
...just
Show up one day
Because you were thinking
About how much you
Wanted to see them
How nice would it be
To turn the corner
And run into
The person you've been dreaming about
Every single night
How nice would it be
To have a little hope
A bit of happiness
A tad of joy
Ya know?