You ever peek your head around the top
See yourself from the outside
Is it possible to think too loud?
Your monotonous actions go unchanged
A inner whisper speaks of another life
One where the keyboard clicks and telephone rings do not exist,
An alternative universe where your dreams Lay before you
You slide your hand over visions and transport them to your being
Here sounds only express beautiful imagery which bring tears to your eyes
Pain is a distant memory
One nearly forgotten
Here you do not walk
You levitate to what truly belongs to you
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
You ever peek your head around the top
See yourself from the outside
Is it possible to think too loud?
Your monotonous actions go unchanged
A inner whisper speaks of another life
One where the keyboard clicks and telephone rings do not exist,
An alternative universe where your dreams Lay before you
You slide your hand over visions and transport them to your being
Here sounds only express beautiful imagery which bring tears to your eyes
Pain is a distant memory
One nearly forgotten
Here you do not walk
You levitate to what truly belongs to you