Actual

What's real anymore?
 The possibilities
 I've woken lucid in this dream before
 Reached out to her
 Waiting there for me
 And we speak to the horizon
 The wind races through her hair
 And all the colors
 They rush by
 The world blurs out
 And fades to white again
 Alone in the morning light
 Dewdropped blades of grass across my face
 Surrounded by the shapes and forms I used to know
 Run and never come back to this place
 And we cross the sky by starlight
 The crystals in her eyes
 And all the people they won't know
 Where we have gone
 And where we'll go
 We'll leave the lies that they call truth
 Forget how we squandered our youth
 And start again in a somewhere new
 Where it'll be just me and you
 The wind races through her hair