Choreography By the Unconscious
Series of daydreams blind me,
reality seems dull and bland.
When awake I'm still fatigued,
It's time to take a stand.
Reality is all work,
striving to provide.
Elaborate dreams of success,
projecting deep inside your mind.
In your dreams you can be successful,
doing what you do everyday.
You can make an infinite income,
and have everything your way.
The average human being in reality,
makes a decent wage.
Still, most struggle to survive,
trapped in life's invisible cage.
No limitations in the fantasy realm,
your mind sets the stage.
Choreography by the unconscious,
horizons spread a distant gauge:
***I own a little cottage on fifty acres of land.
Fields of vegetation and a lake made by man.
***A beautiful model bride to exemplify true love.
Another on the side I just picked her up last month.
***A private corporate jet with my own attending crew.
To do with at my discretion, "Sir, what can I get you"
***An over-sized garage with every car my brain produces.
This is definitely a mirage, oh how my brain seduces..
Jared Pickett
12/21/05
Asavvy1
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