It's too vivid for a dream I saw my death, walking cold Upon my grave, beneath the fold. I haven't yet seen the best of me; Now, my emotions have gone gray, And doubt is all that's left to say.
I live in rhythm, seeking redemption, Knowledge, and freedom from this mortal tension. Is death the end, or does it start The journey to cultivate the immortality I hold no thread to reality For now, I am dead, yet I still see me.
Will my memories remain or fade, As I walk the line 'twixt light and shade? Between life and death, Wondering what lies ahead.
It about being lost in Dream that feel so real........ "