Countless Miles

Your walls have been built,
strength flows on wind breezes,
the mind’s expansion,
at the rate of infinitude.

You can see now, for yourself,
countless miles left to travel,
isn’t that what dreaming is for.

Nothing seems to go quite right,
and I’m not saying nothing can’t,
let the wind breezes take you to flight.

You can see now, for yourself,
countless miles left to travel,
isn’t that what dreaming is for.

Infinity is the definition,
you know it’s in the book,
the definition of reality,
in wind breezes, that’s the truth.

You can see now, for yourself,
countless miles left to travel,
isn’t that what dreaming is for.

Truth is still the same,
nothing really changes,
walls finally crumble,
and the wars are all over.

You can see now, for yourself,
countless miles left to travel,
isn’t that what dreaming is for.

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The second of my Crowded House poetry collection. "Don't Dream it's Over" helped birth this baby. I seem to have better luck rhyming in poems/songs. Oh, well, enjoy!

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