Now I know, nearly two years later
I won't forget till forgot is forever.
Reduced to a child within your presence
A mere adolescent without will or discretion.
But brought to tears not yet have I
yet crying incessantly inside I hide.
For what is a dream with no hint of reality?
What is a fight with no reason for hostility?
A waste of time and imagination, of blood
and courage, yet more aggravations.
Go tell a fighter in the midst of his rage,
educate a dreamer in the midst of his dream;
I am the dreamer in the middle of my life
in my conscious reality I rage I strive.
In my wakeless delusions I long for you,
in my futile reality I dream it's true.
Desperately drowning because drowning's my fate
hopelessly yearning because drowning's no fate.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Now I know, nearly two years later
I won't forget till forgot is forever.
Reduced to a child within your presence
A mere adolescent without will or discretion.
But brought to tears not yet have I
yet crying incessantly inside I hide.
For what is a dream with no hint of reality?
What is a fight with no reason for hostility?
A waste of time and imagination, of blood
and courage, yet more aggravations.
Go tell a fighter in the midst of his rage,
educate a dreamer in the midst of his dream;
I am the dreamer in the middle of my life
in my conscious reality I rage I strive.
In my wakeless delusions I long for you,
in my futile reality I dream it's true.
Desperately drowning because drowning's my fate
hopelessly yearning because drowning's no fate.