I've not stopped dreaming.
I drift through these quays,
through the mouth, onwards!
And in this insubstantial ocean,
maybe I'll find my whale.
I float amongst the restless,
shouting for tomorrow.
And if only I see through this fog,
I could find what was lost.
I'll wake up one day,
but I hope I never stop dreaming.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 9:21 AM UTC
I've not stopped dreaming.
I drift through these quays,
through the mouth, onwards!
And in this insubstantial ocean,
maybe I'll find my whale.
I float amongst the restless,
shouting for tomorrow.
And if only I see through this fog,
I could find what was lost.
I'll wake up one day,
but I hope I never stop dreaming.