The Cursed Me Or River

What if the dreams you see are real, Worse is if the real is dream, As things you see in times upright, Are the things that you can never achieve, It's not that you're not worthy of it, It's not that you dont have will to succeed, It's like you're thirsty and flowing is water, But putting your hands in would make others bleed, The time you touch the river that's flowing, Is time when you'll be quenched of thirst, But water in palms is clean and clear, while river has turned to putrid state, These things dont happen in life that's real, But what if all this happens to you, Would you be willing to kill the forest, The animals that live on river so pure, To keep some water in your bottle and store, And quench your thirst but kill the spores, I couldnt do it, so killed myself, Nature can handle another death, Feed on my carcass, my flesh and blood, I hope the river has it's glory attached, This was my story, symbolized but true, And i wonder if this has happened with you, So why to call it a truth to decieve, Better to tell as dream and I woke....