Intro: One’s dreams…
Waking up most most mornings singing the blues…
Wondering how much one can lose…
And how much has been lost…
How little moments of time release these discouraging thoughts…
Thoughts claiming love is impossible to maintain…
Between me and all other beings…
Emanations…
My emotional tendacies sever me from what’s real…
My own reality is really a dream…
Believing she feels the same way for me…
When in reality she fears me…
My verbs speak love…
But my words speak far too much…
Words of love not meant to be shared with anyone…
I try to find a reason for why people react with almost disgust…
As if my words only mean lust…
They refuse to see the pure love behind the words I speak…
Trying to interpret my dreams in some revolting way…
But who am I to complain…?
The way I see and speak is shared only with me…
The dreams of this one in love shall stay…
As dreams…
For once they become real…
All begin to fear…
Fear me…
Forever Dream…
Silent Scholar 