Curves blending. Pathways bending. Lightening crashing and clouds darkening. All conspiring to block the view.
Green meadows and a glistening river. A walk through a golden dream. A dream not true. A dream never realized. That's all it is; a golden dream.
Rays of sulight streaming through forgotten moors. With thunder above, and darkness below, the cries echo, the vastness spreads, but nothing touched, and nothing felt. The wind blows and lifts the leaves, long fallen from forgotten trees. The trees neglected and left to age, grand in their dignity, sad in their lonliness.
One step ahead, one step behind; it doesn't matter what route you choose. No matter how you opt to move, your feet still crush those thirsty leaves.
You were not tricked, you were not duped. You entered those moors with no regrets. But wake up now, and realize the truth. There is no meadow, it is not real. The rare moments you saw the sun, that's only when you lived a dream. A golden dream, I'll give you that.
But wake up now....it's just a dream.
Green meadows and a glistening river. A walk through a golden dream. A dream not true. A dream never realized. That's all it is; a golden dream.
Rays of sulight streaming through forgotten moors. With thunder above, and darkness below, the cries echo, the vastness spreads, but nothing touched, and nothing felt. The wind blows and lifts the leaves, long fallen from forgotten trees. The trees neglected and left to age, grand in their dignity, sad in their lonliness.
One step ahead, one step behind; it doesn't matter what route you choose. No matter how you opt to move, your feet still crush those thirsty leaves.
You were not tricked, you were not duped. You entered those moors with no regrets. But wake up now, and realize the truth. There is no meadow, it is not real. The rare moments you saw the sun, that's only when you lived a dream. A golden dream, I'll give you that.
But wake up now....it's just a dream.
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