my new dreams are my old dreams
they are pale copies of my childhood dreams
my mind made them up while i was asleep
i thought i killed them
but here they are, making their way back
looking up to me to set them free.

my old dreams are demanding
they ask me what have i been doing
and why did i abandon them a long time ago
they won't take fake excuses as an answer
they just nod their little heads
and disagree harshly in silence.

my new dreams, they do the same- they judge me
but most of all, they pretend
that what i do matters to them,
that what i feel actually makes sense
i know as i grew old that what life teaches you
is mostly how to lie to yourself.

here is me again lying, pretending and begging
all at once,
for the black night hidden in the corner
to not take it all back
'cause all i know is
i was made to dream
and to dream is all i want to do
i want to lose myself in dreams
and just for a second
believe that they are all there is
that they are more than me and you.

my old dreams are my new dreams
i searched years for them
only to find out
that the longest way to anyone's heart
is also the very shortcut
no one dares to take.