This is a dream
And the real world
Lies somewhere else
Floating in
Shapeless colours
I seem to be here only to observe
But there is a thought
Sits deep inside
Picks at my mind, tears at the walls
The recurring dread
No one wants to face
But who cares anyway?
There is a question
Crawls around inside
Eats my being and asks
What is this?
An imitation?
A poor copy?
A mere simulation?
I am aware that I sleep
Somewhere far away
And I know, I feel
That something
Is happening
Nothing behind me
Nothing in front
All the minds are gone
Purely alone
And I have to go
Because I have to know
I am aware that you sleep
Somewhere far away
And you know, you feel
That something
Is happening
Nothing behind me
Nothing in front
But still I run
All the minds are gone
Purely alone
And I have to go
Because I have to know
Nothing
There is
Nothing
Time is wrong
And I still don't know
Yet forwards I go