Dreaming and Thinking

In soft black stars, a parade is merging into an individual, a being, someone to rely on.
Permanent deserts, plain waterfalls and trees everywhere.
Behind a smoke comes another one, crystal clear, falling in the ocean as I regard the Landscape and the vast horizon that’s oblivion.
Beyond watering skies, opaque lenses it infiltrates all and leaves me speechless and regardless, watching the thunderstorm, pushing you through it, in it.
As some card mastered on a sleeve, this consumes a thought and being sucked is the same as sucking.
Pendant La Mer, tu regardes les oiseaux et je vois ce que tu ne peux pas voir.
Dreaming asleep and being troubled by one’s own dreams, meaningless and feeling despair, you look to brief lives, awake and reborn.
Form a galaxy, a planet, be a demigod, speak till you’re tired and troublesome.
Live to forget, smoke, candles and a parade of stars are watching you,
A view, a flight and a huge room, filled with papers and an individual that keeps marching on; that try to fly without wings; those wings embrace me and I feel as an apple that has fallen from a tree.
Rotten and with a few hours sleep, the worms are conquering the land.
· Spread the word!!!
· Spread the word!!!
· Spread the word!!!
A game’s being played, as some guitar whispers a note, that combine with your soul and leaves you pointless. 

Regarding hair, brown, nuts eyes and an idealistic piece that you want to manipulate and can’t since it’s a piece fallen.
A discarded amulet, something to live for you; someone to live through you.
· Speak and live!!!
· Speak and live!!!
· Speak and live!!!
You can’t understand when a person is tolling for thee, when an object appears and disappears and you feel being there, without being.
Dreams are what they are and have a purpose to serve, to unify body with soul, and mind with matter.
Regardless I see through you and you can’t see me, the reason not here, and purpose is long gone. Is there somewhere where I can find other than in my dreams?
You don’t appear, you don’t smile, don’t ask funny questions and a stupid machine is there, blocking your way and mine, so why have Apollo, when one can have a mind a soul mate, someone to trust without having to obey.
As Calliope falls, I’m writing on walls, in blood, ink and texture, but the messages aren’t there and strangeness is everywhere.
Hold me, a simple phrase, give life and meaning; when there isn’t none to give.
You are lost in a labyrinth and frightened as a cockroach, a painkiller, and a mind that swaps and changes, where ideas remain in conflict and an army of soldiers are fighting for you.
Brain damage; get lost, find a meaning; a cure, try to consume energy.
We can’t win all battles; the enemy’s fierce and strong.
Where’s love lost?
Aiming for a cause; destroying something to recycle a new one.
To give, to part, to feel, try to fail, forget what’s told and done.
Strange feelings, that echo in your mind and you’re awake.
Kill or be killed, that’s the problem, when the target on.
You match but how can one shot a moving target.
Angels and devils in your head; let them go, free it all, and desire.
Atlantis moving and dreams fall apart, the princess has come blindfolded and as in a strange movie, the rain keeps pouring over your shadow.