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