Dreams Conjuring

Conjure up thoughts of the future and I,
sideline the d j he's in line with the spies.
and the songs he plays are for elevators, I say.
Remember the invitation, the freedon invocation
it's simple they say, just a written relation.
Rising above the breakdown of communication
I can not remember my essence now if I face it
In the mirror I gaze yet I see a just a stranger.
Broken down to the core, elemental basics
What is love anyways, an exchange of good graces.
I remember the faces on an expirimental basis
the day I tried to swim in the shallowness of skin.
Dreams collide over the rainbow and subside
who would have thought to sleep was to be alive?