The Dreamer’s Path

On a voyage within a restless mind
Observing his imaginations
Chaos is what you will find

He slinks on (black silent feet)
Invisible following life
...Not a trace of hate...
...No semblance of the truth...
Not a trace of hate
No semblance of the truth

Walking down
A line of no reality
I see his dream
It’s one on of me

He slinks on (black silent feet)
Invisible following life
...Not a trace of hate...
...No semblance of the truth...
Not a trace of hate
No semblance of the truth

The dreamer’s path!

Pictures reflect his emotions
As an artifact projected on a snow-white screen
Images and all these faces
No they are not as perfect as they seem to be

Rambling between fountains of light
Passing the radiant squares of the scarlet sea
Along blue mountains of the mourning
The dreamer is on his way again!

On a voyage within a restless mind
Observing his imaginations
Chaos is what you will find