It Was All a Dream

In the mind of men, for his achievements he want to be able to congratulate himself for having gone through the hard work, discipline, motivation, just for it to dawn on him it's rewarded with realization. Man is a chaotic mess of sensitivity, running away from the chaotic mess. Realization is, he never can. What does it mean that you can't do anything about it. The wind sings it loud and clear, Nobody hears. The wind say, the reason you can't do anything about it, sweetie, you don't exist. Images are just images reflecting on the moment. It's all an abstraction, flying away with the wind. It was all a dream!