I’ve tried so hard to hold onto this one single dream.To recall and capture fully that feeling.It’s only the day after and already the detail is lost, corroded away by time. I could probably read it again but it’s left me alone and cold. I can do nothing. As the dream came of its own accord, it has left of its own accord.
It’s actually ironic. I gave Justine warmth, gave the dream life. The dream leaves me cold and takes life of its own, fleeing from my mind.
On losing the dream.
I use the runes
The runes are sacred
They make the mind drift
Drifting is a warning
It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.
Hashish-ah
i makes me laugh
ya see da blue smoke risin’
in da daak nite
an’ da staas
day ah distant an smutherin’
da nite smells o’ da
hashish da goo’ times
da nite is quiet – so still
da slo’ sigh of da hashish
da slo’ sigh of plesha-ah
I laugh an’ feel so good
an’ da blue smoke risin’ to da staas
me am standin’ still
but i is movin’
da hashish she hits me balance
an’ I cannat stan’
but i am stayin’ standin’
da hashish-ahh
da girl flirts wi me
I say somtin an wi laugh
an a time is slo’
an’ i feel an see so differen’
i see wi me soul i hear wi me soul
i feel wi me soul i smell wi me soul
an is so goo’ an’ is so slo’
Hashish-ahh slo’.
I’m tired of dreaming.
Stars twinkle in the pool.
All my dreams run dry.
I’m the local neighbourhood fool.
I had my good times
in winter evenings cool shade.
Now all I have are memories…
even they’ve begun to fade.
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If only so much was different.
I watched the children play.
Some things would’ve worked.
So much would’ve been okay.
It’s easy to build towers
from the clouds in my mind.
But a single word
can destroy them I find.
So I’m tired of dreaming
in the softness of day.
All my dreams run dry
none are here to stay.