You want me to take you in my dreams but my dreams are connected to my travel to the other, my hand, that thing that I know. If I take you in my dreams, you'll find you you ... It may be uncool but you'll see your dreams to you too, with me ... Although, I'm not your dream, me. It will make you a consolation prize ... No?
Me, my illusions, they are buried by my modesty ... I know how it is misplaced, that one ... But what you want ... My chats with Morpheus' em put them under seal ... I'm afraid ... I'm afraid to say, the show ... Afraid to be next ... And perhaps, be proud of, too ...
I know. I know. All this is so entrenched ... I like the sailors on ships that never raise the anchor ... Remember that on the corner of the counter of a harbor, trips they have made, maybe a little true, maybe a little in their head ... They certainly did not invent everything ... But their reality is an adapted version ...
lie to yourself to avoid bad ... Find a reason, a script to turn this lame story in the history of blue sky.
Yes, I know ...
Tonight, maybe I dreamed ... But will I know if it is forgotten or if, in fact, is that my dreams do not work ...
But I most want to stay there, that I promise you ... I'll try to find the keys ... May be right under the doormat, who knows, but I must find my doorstep ...
Yes, I know ... Must stop to find false reasons ... Come on, I promise, I weighed anchor and I take the sea soon ...
* thank you *
Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/ 
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