When everyone goes to sleep
and startle in their sleep
they fall
they wake
they dream.
When life goes on and never stays in one place
for nothing and no one,
life doesn't stop,
but hearts do.
Life goes on, and on and on.
We live and breathe and dream.
We love and read and lean
on theories
on feelings
on friends and we try to never stop believing
we're not alone,
we're not alone,
................
become dependable,
get real,
you're on your own.
That's how my dream crashes
into realities
into the running lives of breathing thieves
the thieves of time,
the dream is not alive.
the dream's asleep,
it's on its own,
works from inside to outside,
not from outside to in.
Be you,
with you.
Surrounded,
you're alone.
Close your eyes.
blanc.
You're on your own.
