327 (29.05.2015)

If I get what I dream of and I want
Will I turn into something I despise?
From crying baby’s head wet in the font
To seconds before each man lonely dies.
If I was granted all my wishes now
Then what would be the point of pressing on?
If everything was mine today somehow
What would there be to rest my hopes upon?
For we all wander darkly through this place
And when we leave there’s none that can return
Until we hover in a state of grace
Or languish in eternal flames and burn.
So if I want for nothing in my dreams,
When I wake up will all be as it seems?

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