The Dream

Happiness is in the mind
 Sight is in the mind's eye
 Looking through time
 Cutting open, a moment to see what's inside
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 The rose is in the mind
 The thorn is in the mind's eye
 To find the blind spot
 It seems the ends aren't enough
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 The last thing I want
 In this plane existence is
 Not to float myself into it
 As any bird might stop flying
 In the wind, a hole is the dream
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 Living town is in the mind
 The sun is in the mind's eye
 On the edge of
 The inside I look upon a field of my thoughts that I ended, they fall
 Try to hide the light
 There's a mini circle now
 The last thing I want
 In this plane of existence is
 Not to float myself into it
 As any bird might stop flying
 In the wind, a hole is the dream