who cares to dream when the fires rage above
who cares to dream when beasts manage to breach all your doors
who cares to dream when the moon has confessed your love
to a frothing horde of glittering sycophants, you left behind before
who cares to dream when the silence leaves you deaf and ringing with fear
who cares to dream when the static is present and clear
who cares to dream when the edges of yesterday fade into years
and the ravens of forethought are known to bring you to tears
so, I implore you to consider the skies under your beds
where the fringe is much deeper than curses can show
the greatest enemies are often the thoughts in our heads
and I can promise that I have knowledge of the empty and low
so who cares to dream when the sounds are all cruel
and the vacuum is the reminder of your future in tow
who cares to dream when your role is the fool
and just like yesterday escape comes too slow
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i write from a lens of psychedelia and riddles. i was always captivated by really good lyrics. the more puzzling the better. words can be a really interesting way to give a reader a chance to form their own conclusion..beyond the obvious...
Turning Pages of Life
Life’s like a book — some parts are good, others not so much. Still, keep turning the pages; you might find the best chapter next. If someone hurts you, choose to forgive or just let it be, but never change who you are for them.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 days ago in Poets
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