Youth of dreamers

Here my guillotine sets
waiting for use
step across my line
you'll be fine

flowing like river
refrain from strain
climb into mountains afar
shout
scream

no words of advise
prepare
another common place
took by surprise
away another
dream flys

dreamers dreaming dreams
only they dream
nightmares awaking
to wake up reality
sensitive to touch
folding in the clutch

strolling though fields of green
and remembering
past of yesterday
when unrealistic hope
filled are every thought
we were fake
but only inside
unaware
so hold my flare
im burning it down
and touch the cold stones
as i breathe this perfect air