from the perpetual dream state,
The time for dreaming is too late,
The future abounds with endless posibilities,
Inifitity is beyond our sensibilities.
My brother here,
My brother so dear,
The day has come to wake.
And so our mistake,
Was dreaming our life away.
Was falsely deep,
The waking state,
Can be a scary plate,
Just desserts and fleeting verse,
Can never stop the chiming alarm.
The gentle hands of sound,
Wisened and raw,