Dream.

March 4, 2014

i am but a dream to you

And in this I am shattered

Something you can manipulate

Into pieces until i am tattered.

We have forces, you and i

separating dark from light

though i stand with open arms

you thrash will all your might.

I am but a dream

gone within the night

a flutter beneath your eyes

a flash within the mind

a wisp in the breeze

a dream

a dream.

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