dreamer, wrote this a few months ago.
my bare footsteps have trodden through the tests
and my feet need rest
from hot coals and stones at the brim
which left me callused at my every reckless whim
the pendulum swoops
i realise too late
i'm struck too soon
dreamer without a dream
time weaving laces, fading faces in the corner of my eye
beckon me towards my future
as the hands move, rough stones turn smooth
the clocks knows this truth; my bones will crumble soon
the pendulum swoops
i realise too late
i'm struck to soon
dreamer without a dream.
[instrumental bridge]
rest for bed, pain in head
i've seen too much, i know too much
the flows of time that knit my life
reveal the sight behind my eyes, they've seen too many lies
the pendulum swoops
i realise too late
i'm struck too soon
dreamer finally sleeps.
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