Do you
Do you dream bro
I don't dream
I am living in reality
Dreaming can good sometimes
Too many dream
You can hanging yourself one day
Some days I wake up and feel like I'm dreaming still
Stasis replaces the world that I know
And I don't know if my words are real
Realness becomes immaterial
Cereal thoughts with no milk
Seep through the surface my
Purpose is clouded with
All of these shrouded entrails
Some days I wake up and feel like I'm living too still
Moving between what it seems to me ecstasy and some experience of hell
The day job I hold stands between what I want for myself and my self wants the thrill
Of taking control of a life that regardless of my frame of mind has no will
Some days I wake up and feel like I'm dreaming still
Dreaming of
I dream I dream I dream I dream
Of blue skies and deep rivers
Technicolor life cut into telephone receivers
Hung dry with no occasion
Whole worlds mine for the taking
I got out of my depression
But my hands are still shaking
Back aching
From this weight on my shoulders
Growing older in this country means
Only left overs for the hungry dreams
Sent over big oceans seams splitting from
Devotions given to a lifestyle dictated
Day job keep you sated
Satiated no time for dreams
But I've waited this long
For rights to be wrong no longer
Stronger men have born and gone
But my fears are still here
While my peers veer off shore
I dream of more
But I always wake up in
