You turn up on a street A dark curtain of the night with a purple streak You know there is magic As this time you aren't in just a dream The thought of making things works Wants you to test out your theories like a crazy sage You go down the tunnels In your own rebellious leaks And get by with every mistake With every moment you shine in the tunnels Like a strong contender to rule The eternity, the very cesspool They'd consider life, oblivious to the made-up rules There is that simple problem of control As you see yourself break the walls in contempt The water flows as you show yourself more The stones are fragile To you mighty knoll like palms of yours Your fingers twitching to experiment As you know the notorious you Will make up to the basement And then the meeting will be held in more than words You losing and wining just the same as that watering walls Because life is in the journey A moment passed and your thoughts are in vain Hold on to your fire Your body's a surgeon and a train The minds singing for you to get on the plane And love is a mirage as the concrete walls of your disdain! Not Just A Dream! #kruelt #abstract #dream #life