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You are right,

it is funny how the world works,

how the universe spins us,

how it tosses us around into stages and phases,

i'm absorbed on the feeling of not knowing,

that feeling turns my stomach at times,

it makes me want to squeeze this iron bar of this roller coaster that we all go on,

I clutch and beg really really tight,

that hopefully someone,

somewhere,

will push a button and make it all stop,

but I know if someone does,

i would pay for another ticket to go on again.

So this is mostly my confusion forming an illusion,

bulit, broken down and rebulit,

a cycle,

a ride,

I sit here wondering if the sun will ever shine on us at the same time,

I guess I'm dreaming again,

but like i told you I am a dreamer.

I would buy that ticket again.

I would rather fall faster from heaven than not be there at all.

Will you dream with me?

will you exist in my heaven?

but that's all a question for our friend time,

only he has the answers.

so here we are again,

back at square one,

wanting,

yearning,

for something that we know is so right,

something we know is so true,

but knowing that we are at a distance,

and wondering if we can ever conquer it.

I don't know what I'm saying.

i guess, I'm asking you to wait for me

I guess i'm asking you to be a dreamer to,

what is a person without dreams?

what is time without space?

why does the earth spin?

where do the clouds go?

sleep with me tonight,

toghether we can question the sky.