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I want to wake up and be assured it’s all been a dream 

The flailing, the fighting, all the energy of big hopes bound to futures that fast fade to grey 

I want to have moved on to that big castle of sand we once found 

Windy and harsh 

On the other side of the globe I landed 

Sure footed and bright eyed

Full of love for our generations 

A whole swarm of trees, no leaves 

The overhead gulls 

My autumn of wild grasses

The glitch in our wet stoned house remains but we name it

And put the music on and the top keeps spinning 

The big glass box behind the castle walls keep filling 

We reinforced it’s sides strong 

But can’t seem to the contain the constant flow of attempt at the gold 

The birds have no eyes now

And i’m not sure it makes no nevermind 

For where were the going anyway

Their soft tones confused with heavy hanging clouds 

We hear them not