I dream every night. It’s like I don’t sleep; I’m far to busy venturing down rivers and streams, painting infinite trains.
My dreams are what dreams are made of. My mind is the money so the vacation is paid up.
Tropical paradises on every turn. Gorgeous baby blue pools with pearls twirling my world.
I can fly if I want to, take off better than Peter pan. But the tricky part is always the land.
My dreams got music so I wake up singing love. Lyrics that no conscious mind could think of or use it
My dreams have more amusing amusement parks than Cali and Dubai put together. Damn my subconcious got its shit together.
Nightmares worst than Steven kings, but I’ve been a horror flick since I was a kid.
But this is real time 3d and if it’s too deep I wake up n have some tea.
I dream every night; its deep.
I get lost in pitch black Like I’m Trippin on LSD
Painting pictures I can never “see” , clearer than glass to my mind when it computes it.
But my minds far more complex. More convex it sees more than I can comprehend.
How many times I saw the end or woke up to a new beginning, open my eyes and the rooms spinning,
Damn I’m dizzy that was trippy.
What were those lyrics I heard angels signings?
I turn the light on.
I got the light, write before it’s gone.
Pick up a pen and write down this midnight song.
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