We got in a fight
You are mad
I guess I should feel sad
But in fact
I'm kind of glad.

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Why do we dream the things we do?
Is it because deep down, we wish it true?
That life were a fairy tale, that we could fly?

I'd have to say no, that's not the reason why.
The dreams we receive are messages to decipher,
They are warnings against our uglier desires.

To fall prey to your dreams would be a tragedy,
It would lead you astray and quite happily
Cause you to create you're own catastrophe.

Dreams are less fairy and more a cautionary tale,
Be vigilant, watch for the warnings that are veiled.

We figure it all out then what do we do with it?
Carry it in our pockets waiting to find others who also have it.
We do not own this, nor does anyone lack it.
Everyone has their own sense of it.
You can find this in the broken,
And resting within the successful
It lays on streets of a busy city,
in the golden meadows
in our own reflection.
In the stillness,
in the silence,
in the chaos,
in the noise.

A shoulder, the one you cry into
A hand, the one you hold
A knee, the one you lean on
A spine, the one that makes you strong
A smile, the lips you kiss
A voice, the one you miss
A soul, the kind that goes to heaven above
A heart, the one that heals and makes you feel loved