I will always dream and
I will always dream and will never stop until I am dead.
I often dream of broken roads that lead to here not there,
that hear your songs and in my mind are left to be contemplated.
My mind will take me there.
And it will make me feel like I'm flying, and dying, and living;
but my heart just stopped.
It left me breathless, but breathing bigger breaths than ever.
The waters effervescence that surrounded kept me still.
Still and motionless and still emotionless.
Then the ephemeral fall that disrupted all was blurred into oblivion.
But I guess Sometimes you fall down because
there’s something your supposed to find.
And in the deepest depths of my mind,
it was a broken road.
It led to here not there,
it heard your songs and in my mind
were left to be contemplated…
- written by My favorite Sib
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