Those Who Burn

As I rest my eyes I am propelled into a sleep
With foggy memories that could only belong to a dream
But within this fantasy I found a meaning with reality
What he was astonishes me a mix of a dream a reality
A yellow elephant I saw at first glance
But As I examined him I found two trunks instead of one
Two trunks that meet at first webbed and the parted at the end

He spoke to me deeply but softly
He spoke a code of deep philosophy
He spoke with a twist and a hint of poetry
He told me those who burn still breathe
And those who breathe still have minds of free
And breathe the peaceful air we’ve all come to share
Those who burn still breathe and must be seen as individuals that breathe

I think of what he told me
Those who burn still breathe
Those who burn have minds of free
We all breathe and that’s how we should be seen
I think of what he told me
Those who burn still breathe
And those who burn have love yet to be seen