As I sleep on the isolated sands, tides rising, I am safe here
Awash in memories, a tide scares some, but not me, so I dream
In depths of my sleeping mind, I cry as salvation draws near
A complexity of existence can seem like an organic machine
Walking down a path of dreamlike state, not lucid or clear
Still we smile, by using our human brain to then escape
Of this life, that is cruel, finite, if beautiful and serene
Awash in memories, a tide scares some, but not me, so I dream
In depths of my sleeping mind, I cry as salvation draws near
A complexity of existence can seem like an organic machine
Walking down a path of dreamlike state, not lucid or clear
Still we smile, by using our human brain to then escape
Of this life, that is cruel, finite, if beautiful and serene
