Life has to be something better than what we can see around us. It must be a kind of utopia that’s just beyond that hill, or just a little bit after the horizon. Whatever the case, it has to be there. I don’t see any other way on how this would work. I think it’s up to us to make life better than it is. Does that make sense? I sure hope it does to someone who’s reading this. If it does then I’ve done something right. If it doesn’t? Well that’s another story for another time.
Laying my head on the pillow
I begin to dream
Something of this and something of that
nothing makes sense to my awake mind
So my sleeping mind
it will make all the things make sense
A play, a film, music plays
whatever my mind thinks up, it's there
Life unknown, stories untold
the truth and mystery remain
So to dream I say goodnight
may it be interesting
I begin to dream
Something of this and something of that
nothing makes sense to my awake mind
So my sleeping mind
it will make all the things make sense
A play, a film, music plays
whatever my mind thinks up, it's there
Life unknown, stories untold
the truth and mystery remain
So to dream I say goodnight
may it be interesting
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