Written while my daughter was talking about astral projection and her belief in God
Tim Higgins
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I go for walks with my daughter we engage in lively conversations. Not sure how much we can help them on this little blue ball third rock from the sun. I think we can only set an example then we turn them lose to the world.
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She’s been sleeping
She’s been dreaming
She’s been sleeping
She’s been dreaming
Like a movie
Colorful and bright
Playing over
Every single night
Unblinking, independent
Bold, brassy light
Countless dimensions
Behind every door
Fractured mirrors
Reflect so much more
Humming, roaring
A wave of vibrations
Is growing, flourishing
In brave simulations
But when she awakes
Will she remember
That secret place
But when she awakes
Will it be written
Or will it be erased
She’s been sleeping
She’s been dreaming
She’s been running
She’s been fleeing
Flying, circling
Away from the dangers
Soaring, burgeoning
With tame, flowing layers
Humming, roaring
A wave of vibrations
Is growing, flourishing
In brave simulation
But when she awakes
Will she remember
That secret place
But when she awakes
Will it be written
Or will it be erased
She’s been sleeping
She’s been dreaming
She’s been sleeping
She’s been dreaming
She’s been dreaming
She’s been dreaming
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