This dream's been over for a long time and I can see why.
There's no more waiting for the dark clouds to clear the sky.
The place I need to be is in your eyes.
Remember when my life was in your hands?
Forget my Face and Name in the Aftermath.
Dust the trail behind to hide my path.
No light is guiding me,
and no foundation lays beneath
And though I follow no compass,
I am not lost in wilderness.
I see clearly in the void of materiality.
There's always been that form I was supposed to be,
but faith is lost without the fantasy.
Bring me to the place where I can be the one for you.
If you can see through me, then I can see it through.
I'll dream again, just like I said I'd do.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 5:43 AM UTC
This dream's been over for a long time and I can see why.
There's no more waiting for the dark clouds to clear the sky.
The place I need to be is in your eyes.
Remember when my life was in your hands?
Forget my Face and Name in the Aftermath.
Dust the trail behind to hide my path.
No light is guiding me,
and no foundation lays beneath
And though I follow no compass,
I am not lost in wilderness.
I see clearly in the void of materiality.
There's always been that form I was supposed to be,
but faith is lost without the fantasy.
Bring me to the place where I can be the one for you.
If you can see through me, then I can see it through.
I'll dream again, just like I said I'd do.
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