Dreams str e t c h in g a h e ad o f t i me
Ebbing and f l o w i n g like darker tides,
set adrift, off the shores of Nightmare,
where clouds grow fierce and
C O V E R T H E W H O L E S K Y
I don’t know the way home,
I’m not sure it even existed,
just a p a s s i n g m e m o r y
that moves like the water,
w a s h i n g a w a y
the sand;
dry land;
lost to time i m m e m o r i a l
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
Dreams str e t c h in g a h e ad o f t i me
Ebbing and f l o w i n g like darker tides,
set adrift, off the shores of Nightmare,
where clouds grow fierce and
C O V E R T H E W H O L E S K Y
I don’t know the way home,
I’m not sure it even existed,
just a p a s s i n g m e m o r y
that moves like the water,
w a s h i n g a w a y
the sand;
dry land;
lost to time i m m e m o r i a l
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