Last night I dreamed of empty rooms that weren't empty at all
In the shadows there were ghosts of what used to be and what will never be again.

There was a maze in the garden and a wall that I had to climb, no matter how afraid I was
It led me back inside, to where everything always begins.

Those crowded, empty rooms full of voices, and ideas, and shattered hopes and dreams
I wandered through them blindly, until I reached the top.

Until I came back to where I had started
Until I begin to feel trapped and stifled and I had to wake up from my sleep.

Every shadow was a feeling, every voice was a sign
That what I'm doing is no longer working, you have to put away the old and focus on the new.

I've been living in the past, going back through all those rooms, not seeing what's really there, avoiding the crashing of the truth
I need to wake up from my sleep.

I need to lock the doors to those empty rooms
I need to take the easy way out, back to where I came, where is no confusion, no pain and I need to embrace the truth.

The haunting is over, it's morning now
The ghosts exist only in my dreams and I need to wake up.

Paintecards 2014