Devoid

Thursday, December 11, 2003:

All I do is dream
About the times I was alive
And the dreams I used to have
Dreaming of dreams
Won't get my anyhting
So I stare out the window
And I see only myself
Past me the trees bend and sway
I wonder what happened to yesterday
All those dreams I thought I dreamed
Who really cares anyway
Dreams are what they are
And that is axactly that
You can't taste or touch them
They are not really fact
I forget my dreams
I forget myself
And there is nothing left


Chris // 12/11/2003

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