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A Dream Is Not A Reality

Stab my eyes

 

I don’t want to see anymore

I want a dark black canvas

Where I can paint my own world

Using my minds brush

Dipped and dripping with creativity

A clear and cool world

One that makes it easier to breath

 

When I close my eyes

All I have to do is be still

The only worry I have

 

When my eyes open

A collage of problems form

Tensing up my body

 

Stab my eyes

 

With eyes shut

You are God

You create your world

No pain

No problems

Just a dream

 

A dream is not a reality

A dream is a vision

A vision of what it could be

Until I am forced to open these windows

And let in the harshness of the world

 

Stab my eyes

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Written by
paul-celano
American
Published
Nov 30, 2010
Lines·Words
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©2010 Paul Celano

"Have you ever wanted to just stay in your own mind?"

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