Dreams
Dreams
What good is a dream evil scheme when falling headlong in a ditch nervous twitch
Through a port in a storm one could barely see so sound the alarm;
A vision of sorted delegated deception or that of reality transformed,
Fantasy/
To dream in spite of the madness
To dream in certain gladness,
That amidst folly should chill its temporal flame;
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The entire world today is totally insane/
To dream, amidst the common swell with ease;
Enough of cold sweat in your living Hell,
A gap between the sullen hard shell;
Dreams our built on nothing less then hardship amidst
Tossed in a sea with compromise & charity
Through nights filled with fright & flight of fantasy
Through words filled in timeless plight & shivalry;
Dreams will take flight so forget the night,
Dreams can be crushed in the midst of catastrophe;
The heart will relinquish along with beauty/
Can ultimately realize it's equated heightened reality,
Can appreciate the light amidst the darkness ravaged in pain;
Can one negate sadness merely looking out of the window pane?
Can a leaf sullen in the fragment of one's inner imagination ?
Reality...
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