Vivid movements inpictured in pictures that arent real
A dream is a dream, but the emotion is what we feel
Colors form together to make visions that we chase
Upon awakening they leave like expressions on our face
But we continue to grasp for them, to see what happens
When that alarm clock speaks, the dreams are fastened
Locked, basically just stored in the back of our brain
And they never go away, like a shirt with a stain
They just occur time and again, never finishing the scene
Eyes open, and you rack your mind to picture the dream
Basically my thoughts are chasing me, but im chasing too
So do you erase the dream, Or are the dreams erasing you
Everytime i rest my eyes, the same picture is there
And i want to hold on to it, but the end is what i fear
Its like your mind is creating your future in the present
It could be a dream of dying or nuturing the peasants
But in a matter of seconds, every idea has been forgotten
Dont let the dream sit there, like an apple it turns rotten
You have to grasp the emotions painted by yourself
Take the dream out your brain, place it on the shelf
Wait for the perfect moment, patiently placing the scene
Then awake from your mind state chasing the dream