My insomnia is getting to me,
seeing things that should only exist;
in my dream relm.

I wonder,
can the people around me see them too?
...No, or they'd be screaming too.

Memories of everyone
I have known...
Stay imprisioned
in my mind.

I do not remember,
having remembered You...

In not remembering
You
I set myself
free...

We are the ones who walk in the shadows,
hitching a ride on the coat tails of a moonlit night,
always believing yet always casting doubts,
frowns for clowns,
taking the joke an insidious choke,
marching in line to a broken beat,
song remains the same,
dancing insane,
wake up trembling to our new dawn.

Where it takes me I don't know, but in
the dream of meanwhile
I will go.

Meanwhile,
on the temple steps, she'll gently weep in
the dream of another meanwhile sleep.

I never saw the sky so blue until
I saw it ,through
the eyes that saw through me and
now I go to see, where it is
that the meanwhile will take me.

She knew all along
she sang it to me once and in the song,she told
me of the wrongs and rights and of the crystal
amethysts that sparked diamonds in the other eyes
of nights.
Such sights in meanwhile dreams are not meant
for men of mortal means.
The dream goes on and on and in the going it is gone,
replaced and in another song goes on again.