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The door
its there
hot as the Earth's core
go grab it like a bear.

Well here i go
will I fall to the floor
or will I follow the flow.

I feel the heat
but the door is cold
I follow my feet
the door starts to unfold.

Just as I suspected
the dreams I had respected
I feel that cool air
I am the heir.

Is this my dream?
Can I see the steem?
Where is my plea?
Is it small as a flea?

I'm inside the world
The world that starts to unfold
Its getting so cold
The dark becoming bold.

The moon is red
the sky is purple
how i love my bed
the wonders it holds.

This was a great one
on that foggy night
But now i'm in a fright
where can i run?

This dream
now a reality
the fog is like cream
i'm stuck in this dream.

Help me get out
but do i want to come out
in my mystic relm
only i can be overwhelmed.

I may not be able to come back
I hear them calling my name.
Stay here
its the only way to live.

Just breathe in...out...in..... emo