Dream Life

                                               When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you. Time to go into dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. The dark will be your home tonight. The night will give you a horizon further than you can see. You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other world except the one to which you belong. Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

                             I'll write for you a poem that you can read from time to time. A tale of how we could be, in a world where you are mine. We'd travel near and far, just us, walking city blocks together. Our feet could take us anywhere and our hands would still be tethered. The starlight could be blinding as the sunshine fades away. Just tell me what to write and I'll create anything you say. I could write us into forever if you let my mind run wild I'd write us onto the tops of mountains where we'd play just like a child. I'd write us into all the wonders that I've ever dreamt of seeing, but the saddest part of writing is that I can't write you into being.

                                     Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing but I told you so. There are no fortunes to be sold, although, Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know. The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, There must be reason why the leaves decay; Time will say noting but I told you so. Perhaps the roses really want to grow, The vision seriously intends to stay; If I could tell you I would let you know. Suppose the lions all get up and go, And the brooks and soldiers run away; Will time say nothing but I told you so? If I could tell you I would let you know.

                                        I have many sides but which one is the                       original? I go by many different names but which                         one is mine? I hear so many voices my own was lost in                the echo's years ago My memories feel like that of a stranger's  I can't seem to remember people I'm                  supposed to know I feel like I'm going crazy yet to others it's                     all just a show My heart is going numb from all the pain                    it feels constantly And it seems that the more I'm searching,  Th...