What if life was the waking dream?
Do I know how to deal with this exploitive theme?
Do I escape to your hold
Or do I have to face this new idea alone?
I can't tell if any of this is real
Do you feel the way I feel
Or is this just another dream?
Lest it be; in a dream I'd rather be.
Let our dreams come alive
(Who tells us how to live?)
Let our dreams come alive
(What does it mean to live?)
I had a dream about you last night
Did you know that? Did you feel it inside?
Am I wrong to exploit the night?
My dreams get me closer to your sight.
Please don't fear what may be inside...
Our own minds!
Let our dreams be alive
(Are we focusing on the wrong reality?)
Let our dreams be alive
(How do we know we are even breathing?)
I dreamt of you late last night.
You were there by my side.
Everything felt so in place,
Everything felt so safe
Then a thought pierced right through.
How could this be?
I don't even know you
Or what it means to care for you.
It felt so real.
So what do I do?
So we;
Let our dreams come alive!
I think you feel what I feel inside
What lies before our conscious eyes
Deceive us from the underlying!
Let our dreams come alive
(What is real?)
Let our dreams come alive
(What is out here or what is inside!?)
Let our dreams come alive...
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The Blackened Bible
PoesíaThe Blackened Bible is an autobiography using lyrics and poetry. This is the unabridged version, in which the narration has not been removed. "...Let it be known that this is a submersion, an adaptation of a corrupted mind to paper. Come. Read. Let...
