My Dreams Always Seem So Real
Julian Weisberg
[Verse 1]
Secret time lag wounds high shade
Lonely thoughts with mellow creeks
Careless hunt draws a false blade
Sorrow strips her crescent peak
[Verse 2]
Morning's eve sweeps naive tears
Reject brush spills quarts of cloud
Morphing snow pour silent sneers
Subject twist pills with no crowd
[Verse 3]
Fiction hooks cruel toxic snares
Deceit plaguing time's raw threat
Anguish mocks film's ire repairs
Weary prize embraces fate's debt