Billowed sails of a bed with sheets
that fall gently down like winter snow;
the white and clean is everywhere,
suffocating you, you know.
Everywhere is sunshine,
it's too bright and you can't see.
The nights are haunting, days are flaunting,
reminders of what you cannot be.
You fail at everything you've ever tried,
row your boat upon the stream...
fall asleep within the sails
and dream the bitter dream.
For today is tomorrow in another guise,
can you tell the difference betwixt the two?
No, you can't. Of course you can't.
For never will you be the more than you.
Curls of faith and belief rattle through your head,
a train upon which you may stand and fall..
a rain of red and blackened coal
and then you're lost beneath it all.
What's it like to dream the dream,
the one you have when safe in bed?
What's it like to believe the hope
and not be burried by the snow in your head?
