when will the voiceless be capable of finding their key to lock that oppresses I keep hoping for perfection you tell again me not to cry in a hushed whisper i wake up from this recurring dream like someone has burst the most vibrant balloon what's the cure for dusty vintage broken records that keep these memories alive? can a doctor of records test them so they are splendid once more? can a real shrink stop this desire to connect the real you and the dream you? how long can one suffer from not seeing you performing that hat trick . . . it would be easier to run over my heart with a tank boundless adventures are not to be for you and me i should turn these heels around before anyone can utter their useless thoughts and prayers
Is there a way NOT to connect the real people with the dream versions of them? It never occurred to me to even try breaking them apart.
interesting. maybe they should stay together . . .