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i woke up from a dream this morning
the thoguht of it almost made me cry.
i was lieing in a fied and it was raining
i was looking at the colours of the sky.

it was cold it was late september
i was wet and i didnt even care.
i was trying to see into the distance
i was trying not to choke on the air.

i could hear the birds in the background
they were siging but the song wasnt there.
they were looking for a soul who could hear them
it was me, but there was somthing in my ears.

it was the voice of a fallen spirit
it was broken beyond repair.
it was crying, it was the rain thats falling
it was the gravity, the air.

another heart that lost its passion
another child that grew up scared.
one more lone range soldier
looking for a love that was lost
but it was never even there.

they were singing: dont let this break you
i know your scared but tommorows here.
theres someone out there waiting
who can stop the floods of tears.

untill then just keep your head up
your strong your an army of stars.
inside youll know youll be fine
youv been alone and youve made it this far.

i woke up in a feild this morning
my surroundings almost made me cry.
i was lying in a wave of flowers
there were birds, a symphony in the sky.

i could see the light in the horizon
it was bright it blinded my eyes.
i could feel my soul returning
i could feel the power of life.

theres person who can stop the thunder
theres aperson who compltetes ur life.
theres a person who makes you wonder
if everything youve learned was i lie.

theres a person who knows whats out there
the direction to a life that feels right.
and theres a person who takes the long way
picks a fight but still enjoys the ride.

theres a person who can break your heart
and youll still forgive them in time.
theres aperson you can always count on
even if you misread the signs.

theres a person you can always trust
when no one else has a clue.
theres a person who knows what worth it
and that person is you.
the things you see are only just reflections. but does that make them any less real?
i think about nothing, except how the sounds bounce off the walls
the colors are so surreal
life, seems, different. i try but its hard to explain
the people dont seem to understand the diference between life,
and living
i feel, like im the only one whos not completely insane
but then again, im edging towards oblivion, and it wont be long untill i am the same
the-sky is-glorious,
dont you wish you could float away?
i- see- nothing, like you have ever seen
the life
          the sounds
                           the feels
it continues to amaze even me
the world is, toxic; like ourselves,it needs time to heal
there is no justice in the fabrications of the real
you must learn your own existence, or in life you will fail
my mind, is endless. like space, it is undefined
what is this feeling? am i supposed to know whats going on?
who wrote these novels anyways?
and, how did they find the time, to describe the entire spectrum of being,
in one
simple
line?
you are a little too forgiving, considering the state of my insides
why cant i sleep?
is there nothing that can be done?
how much longer is this going to last?
is there enough time left in the world?
what is time? and why am i governed by its laws?
the individual is responsible for perceiving their own realities, so whos to know what realy going on?
put all you faith in the things that you believe
if you believe, it will become

I Am Endless

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