And so it came to me
in a dream
a machine that could play quiet
like any number of romantic songs, soft and sweet
All anyone would have to do is press the button
and all of their cares would drift off into the silence
gently humming out like dandelion seeds floating on the breeze
And sometimes when I would get that eerie creeping feeling
that my mind was spinning off to that place again
I would sit in the darkness of my room, playing that quiet dream machine.
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Written July 18th, 2005
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