skylit-dreams,
on human eye lay the hands of time,
clockwise we enter the golden scene,
turning over twist pointed out in fluid directions,
overcoming anxiety, breaking the perfect cirkel,
in motion we be, never asked opon,
there are no answers, cause there are no questions,
there are only tales to be told.
skylit-dreams wondering in my head,
wishfull thinking, hopes become real,
skylit-dreams, a boy becoming x or even y,
this point of twirling toughts,
suspishesly harmfull, breaking my bounderies of limitation,
skylit, gaze open over landmass, these frutile grounds,
in perfect sync, we sat underneath the starlit sealing,
wasting precious time doing absolutely nothing,
just enjoying what falls in the lap of time,
we leep into the future, not knowing though we had a clue,
it may be falls, it may be true,
no one knows, but time do.
in these skylit-dreams we judge by nature's order,
all wing's spread out without tought, we gain direction by motion,
the clock can break any time now, but the sand remains forever.
leaving us with milion faces in correlation,
every dream wants to be real as everyone wants to be true,
everyone has a story to tell, all want to be heard to.
when all colour is drained from the eyes,
does the heart remains the same?
when people take things the way they behave,
it automaticly turns in flowering bloom,
taking this sight down, turning for the odd's when the stakes set high,
this time it's time to tear it down,
finishing the deal when setted up as a play,
once i was boy, who could say?
conform with a dubble loop.
extracted by others
so we troop,
know one bothers
no brothers worth while,
sisters i have no denail
cause/effect in a perfect trail
but all i do is proul
wishes versus wish furfillement,
i escape in a reality of stagnation,
make believe, i pray.
upon... i pray
in times of... i pray
there's no god so i try the goddess,
she knows my face, my starring gaze,
my boundery's she can, can not break.
plastic dreams, plastic world,
face to face, peal and fake.
memories are killing my visions
my intentions shot down,
people i trusted, people in veighn
less than a look more than a frown
subhumain,
there's nothing there,
you might utterly be concious and aware
so i gave it soul, something to remain
better than to stare
for now, it's all the same