Short Dreams - Attomica

In a vision so deep

This dream starts to creep

I saw a mysterious sight

Twenty years after that night

Visions of an old bent up man

What have these sights done to me

Worn out and weak

Visions I don’t want to seek

This sight looks so real

As old man I feel

Short dreams

Wild screams

Only thing seen

Mist and steam

Earth, heaven and air

Stop with this nightmare

Pictures expressed this day

Of mystery, pain in all ways

Dreams are like decisions

I’m a loser in this vision

I’ll be older and keen

It’s a small short dream