The elves are running, or was it the birds?
To be completely honest I’m not really sure.
My mind’s not right and my soul isn’t free —
I’m chained to the fantasy that is my dream.
In shadows, I wander, through echoes I roam,
Listening for a word from the unknown.
Upon the night sky, a comet gives hope —
A sure sign to take another toke
But where do these dreams end,
And where does my life begin?
I’m caught in between
Waking life and the deepest dream.
The moon shimmers down on me.
It’s been a friend in my times of need.
A temporary respite for the bitterness felt...
It rejects my wishes, but won’t reproach my heart
Out in the distance, beyond the green field
I can see a figure, it looks like a girl.
But the sun’s rays will cast upon her
And just like that — she’ll disappear
And so where do these dreams end,
And where does my life begin?
I’m caught in between
Waking life and the deepest dream.
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