Do you remember when I walked in and cried on your desk for hours?
You don’t because it was a dream but I do because it was a dream.
Do you remember when I lay my head on your shoulder and you said it was alright and you held me close?
You don’t because it was a dream.
But I do because it was a dream.
Do you remember lying awake with me
I’m sorry I woke you
No, it was okay you listened half asleep.
No, but I do.
Do you remember the time I fired a gun and agonised over it for months
The awful feeling of it, the recoil the
I’d never fired a gun,
But I remember hating the feeling.
Do you remember trying to swim across the strait because
It was a dream and damn it I was tired of the island.
When you fly over it, it’s so small but sometimes the wings don’t quite get me off the ground
It was a dream.
I can tell you the dreams I had,
But I can’t tell you the days I had.
I don’t remember.
They’re gone.
But I remember the dreams.
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