Dreams, they come and go
But memory lasts a lifetime
Worlds hide in his head
Just waiting for a chance
He perceives a visionary
Within his prison cell
Time speaks to the man
Who doesn't know himself.
In dreams he goes so far away
To lands that can't be real
All reality is chained
A crime without a deal
He can run, but can't be shot
He can fly and won't get caught
He can love with worries not
Under cover of moonlight reality
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