do i need to tell you of the things you'll never find
a timeless scared dimension thats burning in your mind.
does your heart tell you,where your dreams are found,
there in the shattered fragments that are melting on the ground.
to some i feel enthralled and envious trapped in silent doubt,
yet other dreams are conspicuous can Pegasus come out.
fame, fortune and family are all that others need,
yet i stand indifferent,to word or thought or deed.
some dreams begin in steel traps , held by paper chains
and nightmares stalk us with kid gloves,where night and day remains.
those lost and silent messengers from dark and missing lands,
where silicone universes are melting in your hands.
this story began centuries ago in a timeless symphony,
as demented chorales sang in noiseless cacophony.
where through this dark and doubting world
came visions turned to stone,
the once insane conductor in harmony plays alone.
did you ever find the things you never lost,
for what reason did you answer and how much did it cost.
if someone said the lords pray was printed on a pin,
would they get to heaven and would satan let them in.
now through time and tide and fantasy i had no need for ryhme
sailing forever onwards beneath the sea's of distant time.
where vast empty panoramas encouraged my heart to see,
the all consuming megaliths that break the still glass sea,...
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