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I had a dream that, to this day, lingers,
fingers through the pages of my mind like it's somehow intriguing,
though I know, only to well, how it is not
And in this frightening fog,
that has somehow carried on into morning
and each adorning day of my frightening decay,
I walked hand in hand with the death of my days
along emptying streets and darkening stones that led far beyond and before the unknown
And within this dream i spent near a lifetime,
clutching palms with the bearer of doom until his seemed to fit perfectly inside mine
Until the essence of an old friend began to bloom amongst us,
But with the sun came a thickening gloom,
for i had awaken only minutes too soon
And as my aged and blurry eyes roamed the contours of mine own wrinkles,
My young soul ached for the freedom of it’s mind
To stride freely beside sir time
Along the everlasting cobblestones of my dreams
fingers through the pages of my mind like it's somehow intriguing,
though I know, only to well, how it is not
And in this frightening fog,
that has somehow carried on into morning
and each adorning day of my frightening decay,
I walked hand in hand with the death of my days
along emptying streets and darkening stones that led far beyond and before the unknown
And within this dream i spent near a lifetime,
clutching palms with the bearer of doom until his seemed to fit perfectly inside mine
Until the essence of an old friend began to bloom amongst us,
But with the sun came a thickening gloom,
for i had awaken only minutes too soon
And as my aged and blurry eyes roamed the contours of mine own wrinkles,
My young soul ached for the freedom of it’s mind
To stride freely beside sir time
Along the everlasting cobblestones of my dreams
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