THE DREAM - Written by Carroll Bryant
Transpired by the fate of myself
My mind believed to be preoccupied
The voice inside of my dream tries to lie
I try to hide
total ruin of what remains of me
Drakness reaching down to my destiny
The voice inside of my dream tries to mislead
I retreat
But am I who it claims me to be?
Is it my own dark shadow disguised by a choice
That I lead myself to believe
I am he
He is me
Me is he
Two to be
The answer is in the dream
Tribulation of confliction
Between what is real and make believe
The voice wants to control me
Will I concede?
Popularized by a diminished factor
Don't know what my dream is after
The voice has got to be myself
Not anybody else
I'm sinking into the grey
He tells me not to fight
But I just can't give into it
I know it's just not right
But am I who it claims me to be?
Is it my own dark shadow disguised by a choice
That I lead myself to believe
I am he
He is me
Me is he
Who will be?
The answer is in the dream
I wrote this when I was 19 years old, and I was having these dreams of a shadow sitting on a chair in a room half lit, telling me that he was my father. I thought it to be somewhat religious, and perhaps the shadow was Satan, (I had this dream about 5 times for about a year and a half) but a year or so after the last one, I found out about my real father. Now I look back and see that maybe it was him trying to tell me.
ReplyDeleteYou see, before I was born, my real father (a motorcycle cop) died in the line of duty. I was given the last name of my mothers first husband. I never knew about him until I was like 21.