It's Time to Travel
The sun has set
the day has come to an end
we’re still not sure yet
what kind of dreams our mind will send
Thoughts start to flood our mind
our emotions quickly unravel
as the scenes begin to unwind
and a voice is heard saying, “It’s time to travel.”
Dreams can take us anywhere
they almost feel real
like we’re flying through the air
as our mind keeps on turning like a spinning wheel
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