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Dreaming Past The Morning



We all dream of a better tomorrow|

I often daydream of a better today|

Sleepwalking on a clouded haze|

Sheeps dressed as wolves jumping on an open field|

A cow gliding over the half crescent moon|

No nights nor mornings|

Only afternoons|

No tall buildings|

No skyscrapers|

A moss field with roses|

On the right, an undiscovered rain forest|

The left host the farms|

And five miles, there's an ocean|

No tyranny in sight|

No need for politicians|

No oil nor the need for cars|

No government|

Let nature control our lives|

No television|

No more propaganda misleading|

I see the truth from my window|

Everyone runs and shares the land|

All living together sharing one rooftop|

Eating the earth's offerings from the gardens|

I see from the mountaintop a sun that shines so bright|

Yet overcasts the skies|

Light waves stumble across the waters|

Dogs off leashes disobeying owners|

A land of hopes and dreams|

A land without borders|

Until the day I feel my dreams|

I'ma keep sleeping past the morning|
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