Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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- Apr 18, 2004
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Dreamer
I’ve seen it, touched it. I can taste it in the air.
It’s like big windscreen wiper that never ends.
I play chess with it some days, but it always wins - Yet I keep playing.
Some day, I am gonna win. I don’t know when, or how.
But some day I am gonna change it.
I can’t help but smile that this thing has always got me beat.
And I know every move I make, isn't going to make a difference. It’s going to slap me across the face.
But somewhere, some place, I am gonna change it.
I have dreams. I have tastes, smells and touches. Some of them long gone, but not forgotten.
I can almost stroke them if the glass lets my fingers pass.
It’s like pumice. I can hold it and know that it always will float.
But it has the power change who I am and wash away the past.
My world isn’t the same, it can’t be. And I tried that trash a long time ago. Trying to get everything back to the way it was, it was never going to work.
I am not nailed down, but like the pumice I am drifting.
I just wanna know when it’s gonna end.
This tunnel is not friend, and now I know why.
I’ve seen it, touched it. I can taste it in the air.
It’s like big windscreen wiper that never ends.
I play chess with it some days, but it always wins - Yet I keep playing.
Some day, I am gonna win. I don’t know when, or how.
But some day I am gonna change it.
I can’t help but smile that this thing has always got me beat.
And I know every move I make, isn't going to make a difference. It’s going to slap me across the face.
But somewhere, some place, I am gonna change it.
I have dreams. I have tastes, smells and touches. Some of them long gone, but not forgotten.
I can almost stroke them if the glass lets my fingers pass.
It’s like pumice. I can hold it and know that it always will float.
But it has the power change who I am and wash away the past.
My world isn’t the same, it can’t be. And I tried that trash a long time ago. Trying to get everything back to the way it was, it was never going to work.
I am not nailed down, but like the pumice I am drifting.
I just wanna know when it’s gonna end.
This tunnel is not friend, and now I know why.