Oneiric

In my dreams there are birds flying against the wind.
There is you sitting straight, with your reckless look on and your eyes beyond the gates.

How does it feel up there?
How does it feel up there?
Does it all look the same?

In my dreams there are roses with their thorns blooming in the dark.
There is you sitting straight, and your knuckles go white, your fists shaking the bars.

How does it feel up there?
How does it feel up there?
Does it all look the same?
I bet it doesn’t look the same.