The Fevered Mountain's Dream (Original)

Approaches the unsung day, defined eyes perched in vain
And as the skyline fades, the roofs reflect moon rays
This is it so they say, no satisfaction's praised
Revert to the sense of home and things seems clear

And away they go
All the thoughts of the ways to grow
Tend the fevered mountain's dream
despite the words of blind conformity

Parts like the august sand disperses in a breeze
Yet under its own command, it's stationary
Placed in an open hand, collected grains will breathe
Viewed as an unwise road, but counterfactuals are made actual

As we walk through this steam, a favored shade blinds us
In barrels a stream, pours out and finds us
and now off our feet, we lay down and travel
away towards the sea

And away we go
all our thoughts and the ways to grow
tend the fevered mountain's dream
despite the words of blind conformity

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