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meaning is sometimes hard to spot.
it begins with the flickering of cigarettes
in the darkness of the suffocated west
and if this is real then i was mistaken
and if there is truth then why can't we find it?

Beauty comes to those who have been waiting for something bigger than themselves.
This is the sound of the hopeless kids
as they stare down at their books
and realize they have been lied to...
but if this is real then i was mistaken
and the vision fades as quickly as it came.

Consistency like that which i have craved
is that people change so unexpectedly
and realization finds you in a drunken airport,
some planes depart and others never arrived.
so with this in mind i don't plan on waiting
if its time to leave and break these old ties
without something else.
this vision is fading, but until its gone the pain will make us try.

This is the hope i have been searching for.
This is the dream i am dying in.
I will wake to find tomorrow.
Be content without perfection.

But if this is real then i was mistaken...
and if the vision is gone then i was not aware...


From the start she knew she had it made, easy up 'til then: for sure she'd make the grade. Adorers came in hordes to lay down in her wake, she gave it all she had, but treasures slowly fade.. Now she's falling hard, she feels the fall of dark (how did this fall apart?) She drinks to fill it up. A smile of sweetest flowers, wilted so and soured.. Black tears stain the cheeks, that once were so admired. She thinks when she was small there on her father's knee, how he had promised her, "You'll always be my baby."

"Daddy come quick, the dreaming tree has died. I can't find my way home, there is no place to hide. The dreaming tree has died."