Ever the dreamer
Never the sane
To whom created
Not mine to blame
You see the circle
I see the moon
You read the notes
I hear the tune
You think it unordered
I think it fun
You turn away
I face the sun
You seek the truth
I seek the dare
You seem to worry
But why even care?
You ask what’s the reason
I say, tis’ the season!
You grow where you stay
I leave where I came
Forever the dreamer
And never the sane.
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 3:01 PM UTC
Ever the dreamer
Never the sane
To whom created
Not mine to blame
You see the circle
I see the moon
You read the notes
I hear the tune
You think it unordered
I think it fun
You turn away
I face the sun
You seek the truth
I seek the dare
You seem to worry
But why even care?
You ask what’s the reason
I say, tis’ the season!
You grow where you stay
I leave where I came
Forever the dreamer
And never the sane.
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