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Morpheus’ Land
When is the dream
Too surreal, too “out there”?
When is it chasing delusions
Not prayers just so rare?
Which mirror is distorting,
Where the dreams end
And starts life
In the shades of grey?
Where Morpheus takes me
Where I live and breathe
The way I’m meant to be
Where my soul really is…
Everything seems to tell
I cannot get there.
It’s all in my head
Dreams should stay dead.
The problem is,
I can’t settle for less.
Life offers me a lot –
A lot of second-hands.
Second-hand shoes to fill,
Stolen dreams to make them real.
Let me keep my eyes closed
I’m not cut for this place.
Let me stay up in space
In wild and beautiful worlds
That make my heart race.
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