myself
08-01-2006, 04:31 PM
Let me walk into my visions
Though I know
I’ll not be forgiven for doing so
I am a dreamer
I am born to walk on clouds
I’ve never liked the earthly crowds
Reality is a blank
I can put colours into my visions
I can walk on high
On the rainbow
In the sky
In real cities I can’t walk barefoot
I might step on broken glass
But in my dreams I fly
I walk on soft clouds
I ride big tall waves
I am always high
Reality I can deny
I always fall when I touch reality
I always collide with the real ground
Lost into my visions
I’m not interested in what goes on around
Visions are the forbidden land
Reality is a prison
I can escape
Only to be caught again
To be held in chains
I will break free from again and again
I am a rebel
I hate reality
It has no power to make me stay
I can break it as if it were an ash-tray
In my visions I am free
Reality defines me as I should be
I refuse to be labelled in any way
I’m fed up to hear what society has to say
Colliding with my visions
Reality breaks into pieces
Which change into dizzy pigeons
Scattering in different regions
Disappearing into the windy night
I want them out of my sight
Give me freedom to create
Give me visions to escape
Give me happiness
Away from reality which is a mess
Give me another address
For nobody to find
For me to be free in and outside my mind
Give me a better world
In which reality does not hold
Destroy clocks, destroy time
Make reason worth a dime
Make my poem rhyme
Without losing its charm
Turn the far-away into the near
Out of darkness make my love appear
Set me free
From what in this reality
I am supposed to be
Make the stars come to me
To hold them in my hand
Make them obey my every command
Let me light the sky
As I walk on by
Though I know
I’ll not be forgiven for doing so
I am a dreamer
I am born to walk on clouds
I’ve never liked the earthly crowds
Reality is a blank
I can put colours into my visions
I can walk on high
On the rainbow
In the sky
In real cities I can’t walk barefoot
I might step on broken glass
But in my dreams I fly
I walk on soft clouds
I ride big tall waves
I am always high
Reality I can deny
I always fall when I touch reality
I always collide with the real ground
Lost into my visions
I’m not interested in what goes on around
Visions are the forbidden land
Reality is a prison
I can escape
Only to be caught again
To be held in chains
I will break free from again and again
I am a rebel
I hate reality
It has no power to make me stay
I can break it as if it were an ash-tray
In my visions I am free
Reality defines me as I should be
I refuse to be labelled in any way
I’m fed up to hear what society has to say
Colliding with my visions
Reality breaks into pieces
Which change into dizzy pigeons
Scattering in different regions
Disappearing into the windy night
I want them out of my sight
Give me freedom to create
Give me visions to escape
Give me happiness
Away from reality which is a mess
Give me another address
For nobody to find
For me to be free in and outside my mind
Give me a better world
In which reality does not hold
Destroy clocks, destroy time
Make reason worth a dime
Make my poem rhyme
Without losing its charm
Turn the far-away into the near
Out of darkness make my love appear
Set me free
From what in this reality
I am supposed to be
Make the stars come to me
To hold them in my hand
Make them obey my every command
Let me light the sky
As I walk on by