The Sun is rising.
The Sky a hue of pink and blue
and the city is just below.
People are working,
I can tell by the red smoke.
It’s all a dream you see,
the edges of this world are fading to green.
What does it mean?
It’s Hazy,
Unclear,
and yet I see
the city just below.
The red smoke grows and grows.
Up to the pink blue sky
Vanishing before my eyes
It's real you see
But then again dreams have always been real.
They were always real to me.