Harley - A Dream lyrics

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Harley - A Dream lyrics

I am standing in a white room. there are white walls, a white table, 4 white chairs. I am having trouble seeing what I look at: I look down at me and I'm not there but when I look up again I find 3 chairs are occupied by wicked grins, wrapped in long white robes... I know who they are, they know who I am; they are the fears I've become accustomed to. and so we are there in the white room with the white table, me standing, they in 3 white chairs, and for awhile I amuse myself by making them disappear just by looking at them but I soon become bored or serene. (I always get these confused.) it's then I notice Anima seated in the 4th chair and when I look right at her I see Everything. I speak, saying "I don't want her here." and someone says "All in favor?" --- silence; "All opposed?" and 4 voices other than mine say "I" at the same time... if I don't look at them I can see my fears are smiling as am I, for no good reason, and for no good reason that I can think of, I look at Her and say "then I shall write a poem for you about this white room with the white walls and table and 4 white chairs and about the fears I have become accustomed to and you." my fears object strenuously by pretending to be apathetic but Anima simply smiles and says "That would be very nice, and now I think that I shall go for a swim." the chairs are now empty but I don't really wonder why because I am busy writing this poem as if my Life depended on it.