Hypothetically speaking,
If I were to narrate my dreams prophetically,
It seems: I do not belong, I am wrong, and wanted gone.
But with my proper knowledge,
And feeling of my subconscious slipping unconscious;
I say to myself; you belong, your dreams are wrong,
But are they?
Realistically speaking,
I see I lack potentially having potential that would or could ever be more then potential.
So maybe I don't belong,
Maybe my subconscious wishes nothing more
But to awake me into the realization of this false reality my cage dwells in, fears in.
I thank god for this to be only my temporary shell.
A temporary Cell.