Because if I close my eyes
The stars in my head align enough
That the maze I’ve put myself in
Makes sense
Because in reality the labyrinth never comes to an end
Our world is always going to be a little bit messed up
And twisted
And confusing
You’ll get picked up to be thrown back down
Told lies instead of truth
Over and over
But maybe that’s why we like to dream
Because in our dreams
The movie is shown on the inside of our minds
Flashing pictures on our memories
Inserting lines of perfection and magic into our imagination
Because our dreams are made of people we have seen
And places we’ve imagined
Somewhere in between make believe and the present
You find the world you’ve always wanted to be in
The one of your dreams
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Because if I close my eyes
The stars in my head align enough
That the maze I’ve put myself in
Makes sense
Because in reality the labyrinth never comes to an end
Our world is always going to be a little bit messed up
And twisted
And confusing
You’ll get picked up to be thrown back down
Told lies instead of truth
Over and over
But maybe that’s why we like to dream
Because in our dreams
The movie is shown on the inside of our minds
Flashing pictures on our memories
Inserting lines of perfection and magic into our imagination
Because our dreams are made of people we have seen
And places we’ve imagined
Somewhere in between make believe and the present
You find the world you’ve always wanted to be in
The one of your dreams
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