Lost Children

A side-experiment on the topic of unconsciousness/ dreams vs consciousness/reality, seen through a more naive and innocent point of view. Deals with other themes that are open up for interpretation.

The children

Belong to the unknown

They wait, together

Because there`s nowhere to go

They can`t move

Only in their dreams

Too scared to cross the line

Solely wander side by side

A metal noise and other horrid sounds,

Like scraping, ripping

And whispering voices

They hear, all around, and occasionally

Bright lights shine in darkened zones

Oppressed minds, currupted souls

Hide away in the shadows

Oh how they miss their home

　

But then silence falls

And they realize they are not alone

The tears sting more than skinned knees

And hurt more than broken bones

Struggling,

They get up from the dirt

And the ground who held the brothers

Suddenly begins to stirr

They run, but in thruth they don`t

They know they`re being watched

The girl asks the boy

If this will ever stop

Granted, words of comfort or an embrace

Don`t matter, there is no such thing as time

People are waiting on the other side

He wants to hold her hand, but he can`t

The path is clouded,

Their vision blurry

A sign they should probably hurry

And fight,

Tear the fog apart

And pierce through the light

And at the end, only one awakes

Surrounded by sheets of white

　

Author's Note

I`d love to hear your interpretations!