I close my eyes, to dream
images come to mind
ideas spring forward
a brave new world is made

To describe such a thing
colors beyond two dimensions
a feeling words cannot fathom
languages undiscovered

But then the dark plot unveils
As always it comes to us
the dark circles us all
ourselves revealed

Escaptism is all
but a futile attempt
who we want to be
who we are now

The gap between
the jump we must make
not impossible to try
for we dare to jump

Over and over and over
we fall short of it
until we begin to accept
that it is not meant to be

Satisfaction unachievable
who we want to be
who we are not
who we instead become

But are we happy?