My DreamsHits: 4384My dreams come swift
as if on life itself
I seem to see it pass me by
My life is a dream all by itself
I sleep through a silent lullaby
I'm ready for a simple meaning
But it will not show its face to me
What is my true reason for being
I have to fight myself it seems
I look back and come to a conclusion
that my life to me will always be apart from reality....
nothing more than a dream
Author: Devon
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