My fears haunt my reality
My nightmares live to see day
I cant wake up from this horrific dream
Oh so endless it seems
The thought of living with no connection to my soul
Like a beautiful plant who cant grow
I just want to spread my wings and fly to the corners of the globe
yet my nightmares will return
the fear in me questions if theres anything there
That there is nothing beyond this plastic reality
this plastic reality created by man to bring smoke to my vision
So out of fear i stand still
Out of fear i tell myself it is unwise to walk into the smoke, into blindness
But my highest thought knows that i cannot remain at this standstill
For those who choose to walk into the smoke with fear, that smoke will b your reality
For those who walk into the smoke knowing its not really there
will b able to blink thru the smoke and b able to see once more