life and dreams

Dreams are for sleeping, and sleeping is nice.

We wake up to start our life.

Theres no hope for dreams when we open our eyes,

but wouldnt it be nice?

 

When I think of a dream, I think of peace and harmony.

I think of relaxation and vacations, and no worries

not trapped in a world behind a subway register,

thinking how my my meaning doesnt register.

 

military life, music life, cali life, homeless life. Ive been around,

but every night Im a hawk in the air

Im a shy guy that wants to fly

I feel like I should fly before Im poor, and die~

 

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