golden pastures

to pass on, to rest
it ain’t nothin’ more, at best
we hope that this life
with its heartache and strife
is all our bodies have to bear

but is there true peace?
is this life just a lease?
if we rest, do we dream?
does it end, does it mean
that the dream is everywhere?

in that deathly sleep
forever counting sheep
do we long for this toil?
for this broken mortal coil?
and all our bodies have to bear?

to pass on, to rest
it ain’t nothin’ more, at best
so we hope that this life
is all by design and
the dream is everywhere

the dream is everywhere

i swunny, i swear

the dream is everywhere

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