Treasure Island

David Lacey

(2/3/87 / Middlesbrough)

A Deeping Sleeping Self


A deeping sleeping Self awakes
Into the world idea shakes
Foundations of establishments
Traditions one and all

Out of flesh and out of blind
Inner vision never mind
Never knowing something
More than anyone it seems

We're living this illusion
As we're living in this dream
O what could it mean,
What does it mean living in this dream?

There could be something lost inside us
Hid behind the eyes we see
All it is that I am you
You know that you are me

Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 01, 2014

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