Dreams are within each dream,
When there are no roads back;
And the past only a distant seem,
Something not so cul-de-sac.
I have a wish just like a hope,
Every new memory gives it to me;
Then turns on like a kaleidoscope,
I just suppose it wants to be free.
Dreams are within each dream,
Nothing to hold them - that's for sure
Forward and a backward stream,
And we always want some more.
Can't give or take away a thought,
It's just stuck there somewhere;
Is it only a miss matched distraught?
Going from a dream to nowhere.
Dreams are within each dream,
Though the days are all of reality;
Lost ones some you can't redeem,
They become lost inside of me.
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