Justification of fiction
When it's dark
in the garden I call my mind
I'll feel my way around
whisper while wandering blind
things to be illusive about
I hold on to
another dreamlike day to come
justification of fiction
by becoming real be made undone
You say you'll live your dream
and I just seem
to dream my life
in danger of becoming
the ones who raise a futile fist
wasted day's, their dreams where only numbing
cynical stereotype comatoid surrealist
yet not fact is fiction
but it can turn out to be
dream a day, than make it happen
that's my own advice to me
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 oktober 2004 | ||
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