REM

Lucid travel

My mind is somewhere in the stratosphere,
I won't come down
Let's make this clear

Grasping on rose thorns,
The tension locked inside
That's the pain of one who mourns

Ones heart falls asunder,
Implosion of a failing star
Here comes the thunder

Blowing dust off an old book,
Though long forgotten
Picking it back up was all it took

Peal your eye lids wide,
Read your thoughts
You know what's inside

In my space ship, I tread,
To only wake
And fall out of bed