Wednesday, October 12, 2011

rest

There's something nice about a simple bed,
I can't stop dreams from playing in my mind,
I hope I get to see my friends tonight,
I don't won't work, or trouble, or fright,

I want pleasant rest,
With nothing to solve,
On a mountain crest,
In the sand dissolve,

When I'm asleep, I don't usually,
have to worry,
About the wrong, or the lack of voices,
or to hurry,
the moments not about analyzing,
my brains mixed up paths,
I'm feeling the moment as I fly through stars and take mud baths,

Then there are the times, that I know they're coming to kill me,
Or sometimes even worse, I think I might be with guilty,

I want pleasant rest,
With nothing to solve,
On a mountain crest,
In the sand dissolve,

Can we chit chat, can we make up a song I won't remember,
Can we walk the world, and enjoy like we were full time members,
can we be really good, do all that we should, and only that,
can we laugh with a laugh that comes from behind our belly's fat,

I want pleasant rest,
With nothing to solve,
On a mountain crest,
In the sand dissolve,

I can have quite pleasant dreams,
from my memory of the past,
and that's all fine and dandy,
if you can get those dreams to last,

but ever since I was a child, haunting faces float above,
I want all there pain to stop, no more suffering, just love,

That's not real, it can't happen,
it's not part, of , the, system,
I hope for at least a mirage,
After trying to resist them,

I want pleasant rest,
With nothing to solve,
On a mountain crest,
In the sand dissolve.

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