Jana Horn
The Dream
Happiness is in the mind
Sight is in my mind's eye
Looking through time
Cutting the bow open
A moment to see what's inside
The rose is in the mind
The thorn is in my mind's eye
To find by the blind spot
It seems the ends aren't enough
The last thing I want
In this bath of existence is
Not to float myself into it
As any bird might stop flying
In the wind, a hole is the dream
Living town is in the mind
The sun is in my mind's eye
On the edge of the inside
I look at on a field
Of my thoughts I ended, they fall
Try and hang the light
Where's the mini-circle now?
The last thing I want
In this bath of existence is
Not to float myself into it
As any bird might stop flying
In the wind, a hole is the dream
From Letras Mania