Every night I see that town…
Can you live a life unfulfilled through your dreams?
It seemed I had made it work, this whole world
In my head,
On my own,
And it is there every dawn, waiting for me to return…
If memories are not enough;
The mind truly never ceases to create more-
“The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist…”
They were all games…
You and him,
The world we created
In our space (inner space).
But only once or twice I struggled to wake up
Now I know when the river of deceit awaits me,
And I dive…
A forest I once knew.
…But a dream within a dream.
And I am content with what I have and I invent
The things I do not,
Even if they could all try
To take me.
Lynchian worlds, a big dream,
I de-created, re-created, destroyed him in my head,
And I made you from the pieces you used to scratch of yourself
The ones I knew-
But that was just a dream.