Realistically, I do not have a home.
Realistically, all I have are dreams.
But in my dreams, there is more to see.
A purpose.
A life worth living.
Cause you see realistically, I am not alive, just living.
Realistically, i am not worthy for anything except for ignorance.
Trapped in a body, mind lost, soul bound.
Tell me god, where do I find my way out.
In dreams I tell you my child.
Because in dreams, that is where you can find.
The god you search, not here, not alive, in your dreams.