If only what was real
Was created by how you feel
Dimension Time and Space
Plainly written out in place
The boarder lines of your thoughts
Were what created the fabrics of dimension
If only what is seen
Could be transformed into our dreams
Creating rifts of time
That can only be heard in the conscious of our minds
Wonders of the unknown brought to life
Projecting out of our lust full stares
From the mysteries of our minds
Slowly creeping into time
If time could only stop
As the endless ticking clocks gears
All melted away with the passion of our tears
If hope could lift up all our fears
Locking them behind the empty madness of our minds
Keeping them away as we escape the slow decent
Of the sands of time
Out of the voids of pain
Into the Golden fields of flames
Safe from everyone who called our dreams insane
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
If only what was real
Was created by how you feel
Dimension Time and Space
Plainly written out in place
The boarder lines of your thoughts
Were what created the fabrics of dimension
If only what is seen
Could be transformed into our dreams
Creating rifts of time
That can only be heard in the conscious of our minds
Wonders of the unknown brought to life
Projecting out of our lust full stares
From the mysteries of our minds
Slowly creeping into time
If time could only stop
As the endless ticking clocks gears
All melted away with the passion of our tears
If hope could lift up all our fears
Locking them behind the empty madness of our minds
Keeping them away as we escape the slow decent
Of the sands of time
Out of the voids of pain
Into the Golden fields of flames
Safe from everyone who called our dreams insane