Dreamwalkers

In my grasp are my dreams personified
A unity of fiction and reality
The birth of beauty
The only one of its kind
Its grace exceeding limits set by the sky

Years had come and gone and my desire with them
A caged perpetuation of hope.
A tally kept upon my body of days I care not to know
So effortless, I seemed to let myself decline.
Loss of ambition
I pushed my dreams aside

Am I the cause of our descent, or are we chained to anchors?
Mine engrossed in rust while yours still gleams and shimmers
Renew my albatross
So it shines with yours in the beams of suspended radiance
That are cast upon the ocean floor in ever-changing gradients.
Renew my albatross, so it shines with yours
Sinking down
Am I the cause of our descent?
Are we chained to anchors pulling ourselves below?
Descending into passivity

I’m becoming what I am not; a selfish being consumed by adverse thought
In my grasp are my dreams personified
A unity of fiction and reality
Birth of beauty
The only one of its kind
So effortless, I seemed to let myself decline that with the loss of ambition
I pushed my dreams aside

Sinking down (sinking)
Are we chained to anchors pulling ourselves below?
Descending into passivity
I’m becoming what I am not, a selfish being with relinquished feelings
Consumed by adverse thought
Am I the cause of our descent, or are we chained to anchors?
Renew my albatross, so it shines
Am I the cause of our descent, or are we chained to anchors?
Mine engrossed in rust while yours still gleams and shimmers

Renew my albatross
So it shines with yours in the beams of suspended radiance
That are cast upon the ocean floor in ever-changing gradients
I pushed my dreams aside