You are my dream Locked in the closet of my head Hear my voice And let yourself out of this void
You are the island That recieves my waves You are the island Where there is no place to land
You are the wind That Leaves me with a sweet breeze The wind that never comes back And lets me freeze
The speaker is addressing a dream, or perhaps a person who has turned into one, that lives only inside their head. At first they plead with it to listen and to leave the "closet" of the mind, as if longing could coax it into the real world. But the rest of the poem suggests it never fully arrives.
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