Utopia
Follow me to the place of dreams where all our imaginings can become a reality,
We’ll fly away, save our troubles for another day and reminisce of the love we once had.
Nothing need make sense; we’ll create our own logic, forget all our worries, forget all our problems,
Your eyes will hold a mystery I have not yet seen and I will sing of fate, love and dreams.
Follow me to the place of dreams, where all our imaginings have become reality,
The wind does speak, does dance with your hair, brushes your cheek and further you fall.
Feel such a rush at loves first touch, a feeling that rocks your soul, in love with the world and the way it twirls, around and around your heart.
What’s not to love in this magical place, with redemption, hope, smiles and grace?
Looking at the wrong for so long has made you hallow, follow your heart and not your mind, be open to love and soon you’ll find, everyday has the promise of tomorrow.
Follow me to the place of dreams, where all our reality become imaginings,
Nothing is real, not the hatred or spite we feel, and we are all just leaves floating amongst the breeze.
Copyright © Micaiah Price | Year Posted 2011
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