I love to sleep with both eyes wide open,
So I can catch my dreams in the real world.
Maybe I just made all this up in my head.
I have written the truest story never told.
I dared to laugh at a joke nobody spoke.
Disembarking the coattails of a trail of smoke.
Where's my car?
I forgot where I parked.
I am lost,
In this labyrinth of thought.
But it is okay.
Maybe this is where I am meant to be,
A place made by me.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
I love to sleep with both eyes wide open,
So I can catch my dreams in the real world.
Maybe I just made all this up in my head.
I have written the truest story never told.
I dared to laugh at a joke nobody spoke.
Disembarking the coattails of a trail of smoke.
Where's my car?
I forgot where I parked.
I am lost,
In this labyrinth of thought.
But it is okay.
Maybe this is where I am meant to be,
A place made by me.
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