Let’s take a trip to Harlem
On the backs of angels,
Defer the dreams of those that never believed.
We share the dreams
Of a sleepless generation
Caused by waking hours
Of dreamless conversations
That we’ve grown to despise.
Loners in a room
Of those unable to be alone.
We’ve mastered the art
And the ability to dream.
I pray that you don’t sleep
That reality takes the place of your dreams
That you’re blinded by the stars that shine through your eyes
I wish for lonely nights
That cause you to look elsewhere for companionship
For moments of doubt
That lend time to pray for guidance.
I pray that you get homesick
That you become dissatisfied
With your current living conditions.
That you look forward to your eviction.
They’ve placed a notice on your dreams
For the lack of deposits
And allowed me to move in
I had been waiting to see what it’s like
to experience the dreams of someone else.
Then I met you,
The dream chaser
Placed a down payment on your heart
Asked for insurance
To fully cover
The damages that you incurred from past relationships
Into dreams worth staying asleep for.