Sometimes I dream,
I dream about loving without feeling pain
How I could hold a rose in my hands and it will never die,
As long as I promise to keep it forever
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So much disparity aligning itself to elusive
And
Tangible boundaries
Like the edge of a beach torn apart by violent waves of an ocean
Or a tree being stripped bare by unforgiving autumn winds
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Sometimes I dream,
I dream about thinking without feeling sad
How I could learn to understand
And not become lost in the process
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Entangled to an overwhelming
Being pulled under never felt like this,
This estranged sensation, breaking the ground open
Creating breaches in my mind
My imagination shattering
And
Drifting apart like Arctic glaciers
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Sometimes I dream,
I dream about dreaming again
How I could live in a world that is not real
How I could deceive myself so truthfully
As to begin to question what I really believe...
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