Some people are afraid of change

Afraid of the meaning of me

I dreamt I was chased by a man with his knife

I woke up and it felt so real right now

Why does it feel so real?

I want to ask you why

Why why why

Why did it take so long to find me

I went to the forest at night and slept there on the floor

And got lost

In midnight, in memory, in nightmares, in silence, in twisting violence

So I know the story of losing innocence

And maybe one day of the victory of a dream

What a victory that would be

Not many people know

That a heart is made of never ending dreams

Not words or promises or plans or desires even

We’re all drowning in dreams, in each other’s dreams

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