We look at the sky when we feel alone, we look at our home in the stars, far away, knowing we will return one day, with stories to share with all the ones who have gone back there. This world makes me sad, with all it's labels, fear of being who you are, of smiling in public, fear of judgement by others who are lost and cry each night they return home and find themselves alone. Can't you see? This is just a dream, the signs are where they are meant to be, all around you and me, open your eyes, open your heart and you will be one step closer to where it all begun, to the start, a place of love that floats over our heads.
Look up and be free, you are where you are supposed to be and one day you will return to the melody of birds singing in the trees, they are here but they know this is a show, so they sing, experiencing each moment with happiness, flowing and embracing what we take so seriously.
This is just a dream, this is just a dream, I find myself awake, there is no escape, I wait my turn to return to a place of love and no form.
26 years of age and I feel so old, maybe it's my soul, crying and weeping as the game unfolds and I see everyone walking down the same street, giving time to shine, unhappy, losing their mystery, becoming photocopies, becoming machines, they will never understand that this is just a dream.