Could the dreams

be just stardust

in our heads

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Or

electric haze

where the colours and figures

can freely

appear

What is this mood that

I live in

What is this air that I breath

You are doing good to me,

oh yes you are,

So what is this stone on my heart?

We might have arrived 

to a Promised Land

and if not

at least here I feel safe

​

So take me as I am

for here my ship will stay

I know you

​

I've seen your face before

​

But can't remember

where it was