I fell asleep
and slipped into a dream
And found myself
on the white hot sand
of the Coptic seas
Where the wind
filled my soul
and brought back
life to me
I still hear the foreign
words so strange
The frustration of existing
The unique smiles that are so real
The mistrust in every handshake
Never any rain
I've been dreaming a lot lately all about my past
Like a ghost it haunts me
everytime I close my eyes
More like a resurrection
A raising of the dead
that I am not sure about
Like a train that's run out of track
A shooting star kissing Earth
A one way ticket as far
as it can go
Can't you see what those dreams have been doing to me
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC
I fell asleep
and slipped into a dream
And found myself
on the white hot sand
of the Coptic seas
Where the wind
filled my soul
and brought back
life to me
I still hear the foreign
words so strange
The frustration of existing
The unique smiles that are so real
The mistrust in every handshake
Never any rain
I've been dreaming a lot lately all about my past
Like a ghost it haunts me
everytime I close my eyes
More like a resurrection
A raising of the dead
that I am not sure about
Like a train that's run out of track
A shooting star kissing Earth
A one way ticket as far
as it can go
Can't you see what those dreams have been doing to me
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