Actual

What's real anymore?

The possibilities

I've woken lucid

In this dream before

Reached out to her

Waiting there for me

And we speed to the horizon

The wind races through her hair and

All the colors they rush by

The world blurs out

And fades to white again

Alone in the morning light

Dew dropped blades of grass

Across my face

Surrounded by the shapes and forms

I used to know

Run and never come back

To this place

And we cross the sky by starlight

The crystals in our eyes and

All the people they won't know

Where we have gone

And where we'll go

We'll leave the lies

That they call truth

Forget how we squandered

Our youth

And start again out somewhere new

Where it'll be

Just me and you

We speed to the horizon

The wind races through her hair