What do dreams,
exist for?

To those who,
dream of gold and success,
they wake up motivated to work hard.

But for those,
who dream of,
things that are,
beyond their reach,
wake up heartbroken,
and left in despair.

So why do we dream,
if it hurts us?
I've tried,
to run from them,
by not sleeping,
but they still find me.

When they do,
they're sweet and kind,
the ripped from me,
and in that moment,
of despairing,
I would choose,
100 nightmares,
over a dream of what I long for.

We never grow up,
inside all of us,
there is that small,
innocent kid.

I found him again,
and we cried together,
as we remembered,
how fragile we truly were.

Today is cancelled,
woke up to storm,
inside my head,
and a pain,
in my heart.
The reconstruction,
of my mind,
is backed up,
and the power,
went out again.
So I'll go back to sleep,
with a hat over my eyes,
and start again tomorrow

Looking at blank faces,
they stare at blackboards,
because they have to,
or else they get a slap on the wrist.

Walking through the halls,
the all move, shambling along,
like zombies following a piece of meat,
just going from one spot to another.

People talk,
and rumors spread,
through quiet whispers,
and small notes.

You get up early in the morning,
and take the long drive there,
and as you walk in, you see,
"welcome back!" to mindlessness.

We need to smile more.

We spend,
most of our time,
trapped behind a screen.

We learn,
to express ourselves,
with a colon,
and a close parenthesis.

What ever happen,
to the key to happiness?
Now we have,
the keys to happiness.

We need more real smiles,
or else those keys,
will blind us,
from true happiness.

What do you do,
when you're caught,
in the middle of a war,
that you didn't know,
even was happening.

On both sides,
they act like angels,
around me.

But both insist,
that  the other,
is really the devil.

And even after,
hearing this,
they both still,
act like angels.

So who,
is the real devil?