The Faces of Dream

The faces of Dream The honest guy never could hide His inherent chains Pure before proof Trouble your money The laborer and the end-crowd who transfer the 5a.m train They live for the night and the others wait for the write What is the dream of love when truth abandons belief no fantasy game But when real life hated When purpose triumphed duty Lady seen her future She gave you a page to read It marked the end But claimed another beginning How can you make this cartoon feel so extreme He missed curtain call over and over again He didn't want to be under pressure or without He was a victim of under and over He saw the violence in his dreams Where did this begin The ending such a desolate bite and was mean feeling much of dream There you know you can't command either I go where pain delivers me from destitute I go where my brain doth be that train Health delivers the truth as much as the ones who pave our dreams with heroine and cheap red wine Thank you the night life which breaks the morning's chains and offers of caffeine's dis-ambiguous content.