2003-11-29 - 12:22 a.m.
If all of my dreams came true. . .
If all of my dreams came true
would I fear to sleep again
from knowing all I had gained
would pale 'gainst what I see then?
Funny how the sun
can seem so dim
to those who always see
it rise so easily
Know, then, when my arms burn black
from reaching out
I won't wish for them back If you could have played the part
that my mind wrote down for you
would you have been a natural
or just done what I asked you to?
Every touch rehearsed
like a travel-plan
A one-day trip through me
for one more souvenier
In the end I start to see
the star of this one-man show isn't me The simple truth
is I've lost my way
if the way was there at all
or just another scene
inside all these imaginings
that recreate the King I thought I'd be
King of my destiny
The hesitation's grown too pure
and I'm fairly sure
that I just won't make it
Everything I thought I knew
I gave to you
and I just can't take it back If all of my dreams came true
could I ever sleep again?
Would I love or reject learning
that I'd finally reached the end?
Is there much more point
when you've got it all
than when you're so certain
you'll never keep a thing
I guess what I'm trying to say
is if I find a way
will I bother walking
just to come back here again?
My inihibitions seem so pure
and I'm so damn sure
that I just won't make it
Everything I thought I knew
I gave to you
and I just can't take it back
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