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A Dream is Still A Dream
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May 2010
I dreamt a dream, that must not be a slither of reality,
only real part is that something already happened...
but nothing in the future,
return home was nothing but a downfall, only through technology we talk,
watch your weekly Monday night show...
don't let me fall asleep crying.
City nights may be spent freezing, but I got so warm before I met you on your floor,
after our soaking wet walk, I began to sulk and think,
realized we can't ever be...
why did I think we could ever be?
maybe I just loved the warm sensation from you...
none is more soothing.
I figured I could keep hiding, since I didn't want to wake up from the dream,
a dream is still a dream...
even if there is no one there to dream it,
that is exactly what you are to me, a daily overwhelming thought,
I don't want you to think wrong...
I know nothing can.
I will aim to shoot the target, but dream to run the shooting range,
you might be a tough thought, but I will mature and open my shell,
been using smoke to fog up my surroundings, but you always clear my cloud,
and find a way to do what no one else could...
walk up to me and touch my arm.
