If we go chase our dreams,
we will never know where the spot we are in would lead us.
I can't stand still with you.
My heart is so far away.
I look through you
and you see me falling back on that dead end dreamless street.
My feet remember this spot,
I always return here.
I hear a sound and I am in the past.
I smell and I see a girl who knew nothing,
making these mistakes.
I keep returning to.
Dreaming reminds us to keep going,
and I know now I have always followed my dreams,
with no regard to the abstract pathways my sleep creates.
My subconscious is fleeting,
and with age comes reality and a thin layer of faith.
Happiness stands between you and the clear truths of life.
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