Now i am dreaming...
Dreaming about the things
That could be,
About the smoked out minds
That wont change,
About the lowly life that exists
Pathetic silly and strange
And now i am seeing...
Seeing the facts
That are, and that will be
Or will they?
The empty faces
And the empty souls,
The packed spaces
And only the smiling dolls
Now i am wishing...
Wishing the wishes
The smouldering ashes
Shall rise again,
The hidden stashes
Will be cleaned again,
And the storm will cease
Like it never was
And now i try to dream
Again...
The same dream
That could be.
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