All my life I've admired people who have dreamed about flying. Mostly because up until last week, I truly couldn't relate. It seemed that those people had a mental freedom that I lacked. They weren't afraid. Perhaps before last week, I couldn't fathom soaring above it all. But in the dream, that's just what I did. Everything looked small. Like those intricate little villages you see around Christmas time with miniature trains chugging through them. I sailed through the sky with wind enveloping me and coasting me along. I didn't fall. I didn't falter. I just flew through and above clouds without a worry in the world. I know better than to think it may happen again. I don't even need it again. If it does, great. If it doesn't, at least a I touched that feeling of being completely free and unencumbered. Light as the invisible feathers that carried me through an element that I'm totally unacquainted with. It was beautiful. Maybe in waking life, I've risen above something I was incapable of before. Who knows? Sleep brought me a new treasure other than much needed rest. When I awoke I was looking into a familiar face. Another dream began. I'm awake now though and like Fiona- I don't go to sleep to dream.
I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool
But you just run to hide, and I can't abide
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive
We're not playing a game anymore
You don't have to be so defensive
Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face, ''cause it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock from under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim -
And don't forget the blame
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
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