2062 (William's Dream in 1/8 Time)

Absence of my mind.
See faces in the water’s shimmering glances of twilight.
Filling up my eyes to the back of my space in-between.

Dreams, Dreams. What do they bring me?
False promises of things that were never truly there.
Like a record that plays on for what would seem like a decade.
Then slowly melts into disintegration. Into nothing but faded memories.

The moon revolves around the sky of my youth.
Ceaselessly turning in Nocturne Ballet.
The picture is faded to black and white.
Dust on the surface dulling the pain.

Dreams, oh dreams. What do they bring me?
False hopes of a tomorrow that is too distant to be real.
Like a book with the final pages torn to sunder.
It falls to the floor, it is stamped by a foot, trampled to the waste.

Dreams, Dreams. What do they bring? What do they bring?
Faded in, Faded Out
What do they bring?

Bring me nothing.
Bring me nothing at all.
They come and they go.
They bring nothing
Nothing at all.

Water trickles down my spine.
A hand against the tired wall.
Standing in a flood of tears.
Where is my something?
Where is the fantasy that I know is real?


Dreams, Dreams. What do they bring? What do they bring?
Faded in, Faded Out
What do they bring?






Standing on a hill.
Open to the air.
Breathing into the sea.

My dream has come.
My dream has come at last to me.
In the blue.
In the deep.
Forever I am free.