Serafin - 22

Ascending in an elevator made of glass

I’m going way too fast in a cone-shaped transparent shaft

What could it be?

What could it be?

I don’t see, should it be me?

Peeiling itself as i get higher

Up in the air, soon at the top

This climbing greenhouse doesn’t seem to want to stop

And without dwelling mid-air

Toppling over, i’m beginning to stare

At the ground that’s getting near

I am gonna feel like this is more than ever real

When i hit the ground i’ll find that bed of mine

Which means i am in a dream

Better yet what is called real is another dream

Opens up the possibility to do some flying

I’m sort of trying

So i’m still inside the elevator

Keeping it and me afloat though somewhat strenuously

Now i do know that i’m in a dream

I’m the creator and i know what that means

I can peel right through this wall

So i begin to focus on

Dematerialize and reach the beyond

Starting to work, starting to slide

It’s taking too much effort, and it’s taking a while

I’m stuck half way through, tell me why

Because

I am in a dream, and this is more that ever real

When i hit the ground i’ll find that bed of mine

Which means;

I am in a dream

Better yet what is called real is another dream

Opens up the possibility to do some flying

I’m sort of trying

Got so much faith

In this lucid state

Some expectation fails me

(i'm so out of control, this was harder than i thought)

The view is great

And after all

It’s not so bad to be all flying with a lift around my weist

I am in a dream

I’m awake and pretty keen

To see just how far i can stretch

I can pull this silver chord

I am in a dream

Better yet what is called real is another dream

If i ever had the will to find that bed of mine