Retrace

I dreamt I was flying
Somewhere far beyond
The borders of our world
Of which we are so fond

The ground was dark and grey
Two suns shone in the sky
I dove down towards destiny
But destiny was dry

Our world is so flooded
So filled with hate and fear
The dimension which I surfed in
Was forsaken and clear

I dreamt that I was searching
And that I could find it there
The item that I couldn't find
The lost piece of my molten mind

The riddles twist and churn combined
The questions creep and crawl and climb
They stick like glue like soap like foam
And dreadful dead lie in dark tombs

Home, Sweet Home