in all honesty, i am living a lie.
past these walls is the land that i dream of. a place where the ideal freedom is achieved. a place where i see familiar faces. a place where problems are not really problems.
it is when i wake that i want to go back to slumber.
inside these walls is reality. a place where dreaming is just a figment of my imagination. a place where i see familiar faces. a place where problems are just that.
let the night come
as i lie down and dream
tonight i lie
Monday, August 18, 2008
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