Dream cigarettes

The pocket of cigarettes its empty but hey i got a package full of dreams, confetti for celebrating reality, its never what it seams. some grow older, colder in a ice castle surrounded by uncried tears, some like to keep it away in the forest of unknown fears, cheers to those young years
are we living? are we deceiving
street suffer from the love they want to find, ill wonder why they leave their love behind
down in a corner, the door is closed but they're ghost, they can pas...s through the glass, they dont need color class
so it makes me wonder, if they really enjoy living in dark matter, their pieces are scattered
in fragments that i picked to write this letter