Are we living in the matrix where this is the dream?
Its all a circle...
where the impressions have no weight;
we wait… our time,
and let god determine our fate.
When said time has come,
we pass our ourselves back to the earth;
thinking thats that;
the circle continues well beyond the hearth.
We trek on,
along this journey within another realm.
its all too familiar,
our hands now griped firm on the helm.
As we steer our way,
the fog clears and the sun brightens our way;
we've all been here before...
another score.
another dream.
