I hate my damned alarm clock
that sends me off to work
to spend my precious daytime hours
with umpteen other jerks
I'd rather see the treetops
from way up in the air
I want to be a dreamwalker
my wings are made of daydreams
my love is made of mist
my life is full of hope and joy
in moments such as this
so if you come and shake me
I'm liable to get pissed
I want to be a dreamwalker
there are no happy endings
no sunset where I'll ride
the reaper's breathing down my neck
there's nowhere I can hide
I bopp the old snooze button
and gently close my eyes
I want to be a dreamwalker.
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LOVE IT
YOU DID A WONDERFUL PIECE HERE
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Loved this, reminded me of a song..heheh...had nice rhythm and flow to it...Dream on,
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Check back in a few days, there will be a link to the song here.
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LMAO, know just how that is.... but as you say,
comfort is an illusion dear {Luke} Dreamwalker....
'May the slumber be with you'....
Brought back memories of when i could sleep...lol.
Cool write.
Jeffro
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good stuff Allan...
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This made me smile, well composed this masterpiece flows well with good meter. I’ll walk in your dreams with you and I don’t use an elbow to awaken you. You must however wake up to live your dreams.
Love,
Amera
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