The Garden Of Blue Roses

Walking around a familiar world, see familiar faces, familiar places,
But cant recognize the man looking back at me in the mirror,
What have I become? No, what has this world become,
Change? Nobody changes same snakes, same people telling new lies,
I close my eyes, I find myself in a place where the flowers cry,
Where the sun and moon sing a croon a silent lullaby to the clouds and stars,
A place where dreams dont die,
I fall into the sky lay up looking down into the ocean,
My words move mountains and make the skies grey with envy,
Knowing that its no longer the limit, my dreams have past that boundry,
There are no concrete jungles but jungles rising out of the concrete,
Where stories grow feet and travel on their own,
Not only by word of mouth, rhythm or sound,
It's at the end of this garden, this garden of blue roses,
I realize I believe in my dreams,
Believe in them more then I believe in reality,
And thats all I need,
I look back into the mirror and become one with what I lost,
I found myself and thats all I need....