I dreamt of the past

I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

With my insanity
There's no complexity
And I may never see......

It's my first day outside
And I feel so alive
These walls, they have windows
And my doors need no locks

And yet I believe
I never wanted to leave
I had no need to be free
So I lose my eyes to a dream...

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Years I've searched these white walls
For just a tiny crack
Someway to escape, get out of this place
But freedom is something I can never grasp

Locked up for all these years
With nothing but the traces
of every one of my fears
But now I see no more faces
And I don't hear their jeers

This isn't where I belong
This isn't what I want
I never have a choice
So I am never wrong
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But I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

Within my insanity
There is no complexity
And I may never see again

I wipe the thoughts from my brow
Waking in an empty crowd
Fight against a shallow sea
To get where I can finally breathe

And yet I can see
That I can never leave
I am not really free
They still control my dreams


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dashes mark change from fast to slow and echoey...then back. This slow echoey portion is meant to audibly define the dream. *shrug*
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Work in Progress

Is retroactively adding posts cheating, or just an obvious sign of failing to pay attention. *shrug* Good news: this one is longer than 7 lines, GOODY.

I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

With my insanity
There's no complexity
And I may never see......

It's my first day outside
And I feel so alive
These walls, they have windows
And my doors need no locks

And yet I believe
I never wanted to leave
I had no need to be free
So I lose my eyes to a dream...

-----------------

Years I've searched these white walls
For just a tiny crack
Someway to escape, get out of this place
But freedom is something I can never grasp

Locked up for all these years
With nothing but the traces
of every one of my fears
But now I see no more faces
And I don't hear their jeers

This isn't where I belong
This isn't what I want
I never have a choice
So I am never wrong
--------------------------------------
But I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

Within my insanity
There is no complexity
And I may never see again