Endless Dreams
Endless Dreams
The great artist he is and the way it is seems
Sweet illusions that echo in our endless dreams
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
So tender yet so strong yet they don't ever blend
Dream or reality lest we do forget there in time
As the last man standing never forget will be mine
Meanwhile on the other side shall be endless sleep
No address to find just time when days become weeks
Alone in the dark its a beautiful day in the fall
Like his mind not so ship shape just a hole in the wall
Trapped in the future we once thought was so cool
Meanwhile on the other side with no molten pool
I dream of circles within circles as they float away
And as the weeping willow tree will be here to stay
Not yet a reminder of someone watching over you
As with a recurring light comes endless dreams so blue
Focus on endless dreams in your mind a time out
As your sweet illusions echoes out of your mouth
A daydream yet to come as we remember when
Its never to late to be who you might have been
Night caller perfectly formed self portrait on the edge|
Endless sleep as he slowly walks over the ledge....
Written by Artie Beason 11-11-2014
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