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They say fantasy is in the wind But I can see it everywhere We’re all chasing empty beauty And that’s before the bubble’s pop Reality is just complex delusion Too successful to taste freedom Thinking we’ve lived and loved Because that’s what we are told But what if it was just control The only truth was in my dreams Nothing real or what it seems Imagination dies.. children cry While the wall is being built Locking us in, can’t feel the wind Love locked out.. fear begins We don’t give it a second thought Distracted until we go blind Entertained to the slaughter Like our parents before us And we think we had a nice life They called it real, it was fantasy Pure love danced right past us In the wind and in our dreams It was never the fantasy Freedom was and will forever be Inside the mind what you can’t see While they fight to keep control The only truth is in my dreams Nothing real or what it seems Imagination dies.. children cry While the wall is being built Locking us in, can’t feel the wind Love locked out.. fear begins Still, passion rides the wind Dreams are my reality And if somehow this isn’t... Never wake me up! ~Lyric Man Note: A rainy, melancholy day set the mood to pen this “R & B tune” that talks about the farce.. so many call life. Imagination is chased out of children until childlike wonder is extinct. The blind lead the blind into empty lives while love rides on the wind of forgotten dreams. Fantasy in many respects was the true reality, but we are conditioned to miss it. From our youth, society builds walls to “protect” us, but in truth they in-prison us. We lose our awe of senses, including self awareness. Our lives get diluted into septic pits we are conditioned into thinking is normal. An we are being entertained to distract us from the approaching slaughter. Society rapes our innocence, robs our freedom, and hides us from daring love. And the mindless masses sleep walk to their grave. For most people, by the time they are 40.. their most “real” moments are in their dreams. And on this rainy day of dreaming my only fear is waking up and being like the real world!
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