She had dreams
of doing things
she could only imagine
in real life
Flying like superman
off tall buildings
Swimming in rough waters
and basements flooded
My baby's in the corner I have to save her
Tricycle became bicycle
Double dutch wasn't a mystery
How to figure out this mess
How to figure out this mess
She dreams the impossible
But I was holding the winning ticket
I listened to the numbers
the code
My hands trembling and contented silence
but the dream hasn't bled yet
to the storm of the waking world where
a tornado the stuff of nightmares
creeps around corners
and all I want to do is sleep
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This one is like a song. Quick and biting. I like it!!
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