Stuck In A Dream
How do we quell the angering giant.
With a cradle and song to sleep.
Into a far away place we dream.
Visiting the pastures where it is always green.
Drinking from the magical stream.
A cool refreshing taste.
On the astral plane we do embrace.
In fantasies we do live.
If only for moment.
Before reality forsakes us.
Speaking in foreign tongues of their being no escapes.
What we see, what we know, oh how can this be.
Questioning the entire galaxy.
If for nothing else then reason.
To explain away the impossible painful memories.
A empty door to empty space.
Steps to retrace.
Following like lost little sheep.
Once the wool is gone, is it possible we might freeze?
A fear of who we are.
Capturing a burning star.
Only to find when you open your hand it is already gone.
It evaporated into thin air.
And as it gets ever thicker, they are images in the form vision we can see.
Or is it the mirage of destiny?
With choices as a infinite number of keys, is their a master?
One to unlock all.
Watching as leaves fall, how do know where they will land?
A formula of creation is at hand.
Patent pending, thieves waiting.
Through eye of the storm how far can we see?
Putting our arms up how far is it do we think we can reach?
And when you bring it back down, will it have changed?
Bleached clean of all the impurities.
Poison gone forever in our arms and hearts.
Of the possibilities to be forever stuck in this dream which one is it that you see?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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