Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:18 am
Dreams
Dreams are the wonder of the subconscious they are always playing dancing singing thru our world that is of black White of rules and fights do u not dream of a world of colors of wonders
Who sees perfection does not dream who sees permanent imperfection deos not dream because every imperfection is infinite and it is perfection we see from one eyes the thing that we all see
People explain the world by numbers then explain the creation of numbers explain infinity
U can explain the universe with a singular equation I have formulated
8(f∞)
That answers everything
But how can it there is perfect imperfection
We need to stand up and smile
After all every road that leaves always comes back
It's much too much
Advertisement everywhere
Too much bread and space
Happiness has no name
All streets are frequented
Cold pictures in the hearts
Nobody can read thoughts
The climate becomes milder
I build a city for you
Made of glass and gold and stone
And every street that leads into it
Will also lead out again
I build a city for you and for me
Nobody knows anymore what he looks like
Or what's his name
Everybody here is on the run
The tears are made of ice
And there has to be a way to change it
It can't go on like this
Where do I support, where protection
The sky here is made of lead
I will give no answer anymore
To the wrong questions
The time fast squandered
And you have to hunt for happiness
A city with no existence of fear, just trust
Where we build the walls out of greed and snortiness
Where the light is calm and the water stays
Where every dawn and every dream is worth it
And flies through time and space into our hearts
Who sees perfection does not dream who sees permanent imperfection deos not dream because every imperfection is infinite and it is perfection we see from one eyes the thing that we all see
People explain the world by numbers then explain the creation of numbers explain infinity
U can explain the universe with a singular equation I have formulated
8(f∞)
That answers everything
But how can it there is perfect imperfection
We need to stand up and smile
After all every road that leaves always comes back
It's much too much
Advertisement everywhere
Too much bread and space
Happiness has no name
All streets are frequented
Cold pictures in the hearts
Nobody can read thoughts
The climate becomes milder
I build a city for you
Made of glass and gold and stone
And every street that leads into it
Will also lead out again
I build a city for you and for me
Nobody knows anymore what he looks like
Or what's his name
Everybody here is on the run
The tears are made of ice
And there has to be a way to change it
It can't go on like this
Where do I support, where protection
The sky here is made of lead
I will give no answer anymore
To the wrong questions
The time fast squandered
And you have to hunt for happiness
A city with no existence of fear, just trust
Where we build the walls out of greed and snortiness
Where the light is calm and the water stays
Where every dawn and every dream is worth it
And flies through time and space into our hearts
To dream a dream is not to fear reality it is to open our mind to possibility to close our mind to reality is to no longer to dream and to be lost to possibility