Questioning Dreams
I wish I could say, in one kind I find peace of mind. But, I've never known the glories unless I've slept alone.
I drown in ignorance for a state of bliss, and my people are gone through time preference.
I was never able to meet my day or meet my best friend who warred by my side. The night is lonely for kinds like mine, left amongst a troubled generation discovering none of their kind.
The searching has brought me a multitude of people revealing their kinds in pairs. I've paired myself, but I fear my death before I've found the one I'm bound.
The loosening of my soul is here, and I'm fearful of the tatter. The inept pieces have clouded my view of who I am and where are you?
I miss you day, and I miss you night. I miss the connection for finding my life.
If you were here, who would I be? And would I be searching for the current me?
I'm yearning through the stage of blue, the doom has heeded farewell.
There's a certain kind bursting through, and the others I've found cannot combine.
Would I know less or would I know more if I were amongst my forgotten peers?
The ringing of questions and answers unknown are singing so loud, it's all in drone.
I haven't seen the best of minds and I haven't experienced the best of times. I'm lost, I'm losing my youth in brooding, and I can't find what I can't explain.
The terrain is mucky, an inexorable gloom, heaven's sent no prize and hell's reluctant to bat. I'm wanted only for my own ruse to find a feeling I cannot even grasp.
Where are the flats and the views and the smoke and my muse? Where is the man who has combined with my mind? Where are the sanctified halo wearing demons who take me through life? Where is my time and whose life is this? Where are the drugs and the addiction I was promised? Where is the money and the steel toe of my heart? Where are the cities and dreamy mountain views? Where are the languages I cannot amuse? Where are the friends who have taken me in, and left me guiltless because they are true friends? Who am I manipulating and why are you manipulating and where are the peacemakers of love? And the hippie hipsters that drowned in time are coming back, but they're not MY kind.
Why am I dressed so proportionately and where are the days when I cared less? What is this responsibility and why is it mine? You were supposed to take it and let me find mine.
I can't find the needles and numbness to pain. The cocaine is covered in BC Powder that I dream to intoxicate my brain. The weed is no good, where is the good? Whose anxiety is this and why is it mine. What happened to carefree and minimal effort producing more than I dreamed? What happened to the claims of free loading less and security?
And where is my clothing and cars and money and knowledge and travel and experience and love for people?
What have I become and where did my dreams wander to? Why is this not what I pictured? Why can't I find that picture? Where is my careless intuition to live amongst the life I dreamed?
I drown in ignorance for a state of bliss, and my people are gone through time preference.
I was never able to meet my day or meet my best friend who warred by my side. The night is lonely for kinds like mine, left amongst a troubled generation discovering none of their kind.
The searching has brought me a multitude of people revealing their kinds in pairs. I've paired myself, but I fear my death before I've found the one I'm bound.
The loosening of my soul is here, and I'm fearful of the tatter. The inept pieces have clouded my view of who I am and where are you?
I miss you day, and I miss you night. I miss the connection for finding my life.
If you were here, who would I be? And would I be searching for the current me?
I'm yearning through the stage of blue, the doom has heeded farewell.
There's a certain kind bursting through, and the others I've found cannot combine.
Would I know less or would I know more if I were amongst my forgotten peers?
The ringing of questions and answers unknown are singing so loud, it's all in drone.
I haven't seen the best of minds and I haven't experienced the best of times. I'm lost, I'm losing my youth in brooding, and I can't find what I can't explain.
The terrain is mucky, an inexorable gloom, heaven's sent no prize and hell's reluctant to bat. I'm wanted only for my own ruse to find a feeling I cannot even grasp.
Where are the flats and the views and the smoke and my muse? Where is the man who has combined with my mind? Where are the sanctified halo wearing demons who take me through life? Where is my time and whose life is this? Where are the drugs and the addiction I was promised? Where is the money and the steel toe of my heart? Where are the cities and dreamy mountain views? Where are the languages I cannot amuse? Where are the friends who have taken me in, and left me guiltless because they are true friends? Who am I manipulating and why are you manipulating and where are the peacemakers of love? And the hippie hipsters that drowned in time are coming back, but they're not MY kind.
Why am I dressed so proportionately and where are the days when I cared less? What is this responsibility and why is it mine? You were supposed to take it and let me find mine.
I can't find the needles and numbness to pain. The cocaine is covered in BC Powder that I dream to intoxicate my brain. The weed is no good, where is the good? Whose anxiety is this and why is it mine. What happened to carefree and minimal effort producing more than I dreamed? What happened to the claims of free loading less and security?
And where is my clothing and cars and money and knowledge and travel and experience and love for people?
What have I become and where did my dreams wander to? Why is this not what I pictured? Why can't I find that picture? Where is my careless intuition to live amongst the life I dreamed?
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