Live In a Dream:
As the sun goes down on another dreary day,
I hear the Blackbird singing as he makes his own way,
The drizzle begins and the wind starts to howl,
A feeling comes within like an old wise owl.
As I gaze out into the world with eyes of a seer,
I suddenly realize there's no such thing as fear,
For fear is not, it is an illusion of sorts,
Every ship sets sail from harbours or ports.
But alas I do my travel at end of the night,
My dreams are coloured not just black and white,
In a world of conflict and evil, it would seem,
It's far easier for me to live in a dream.
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