What if I slept?
Not for those regular reasons,
But the irregular.
For the admiration of leaving reality
Only to wake up in my own world.
A world at peace, Never to wake again.
Would you care?

What if I lied?
Not to hurt or cause sorrow,
But the irrational.
For the acceptance of making reality
Only to hide what is really inside.
A man full of hurt, loneliness.
Would you see?

What is reality?
Not a world of the irregular or irrational,
But the contrary.
What is truth?
Not a word of what is right,
But a slip of what is needed.

For reality can be left,
Truths can hurt.
We can teach ourselves,
Break the happiness, Fake our way.
Its all a weapon, A way of life.
Whats not taught to us in the books.

Would you gladly care to tell me who I am?
The me you have become to know, have known to become.
Would you please show me where I should flee?
A place where the world no longer fades where I stand.
Would you?

Feel free to wake me when our existence is no more.
The reality is a lie,
A lie we have dreamed up.
Does that make it Tangible? Authentic? Or Exceptional?
Does that make us concrete?

So I’m stuck waiting,
Waiting on what others entitle life.
To me its a waste,
For I need something to call mine.
But this reality is all lies and back to dreams I fall.
The wait is over.
This is where I am secluded.

Would you even want to join me?
Like I said,
Do you even care?