To die and sleep within a world of dreams,
is but to live in my reality.
There are few who endure
the true nature of things,
without methods of escape.
We call those people realists.
I call those people sad.
To envision the world through their eyes,
is a menacing chaos.
Without divine order or inspiration.
Set yourself aflame
and rise from the ashes of the material world.
Live as though dreams can be touched,
and music can be tasted,
smells can be heard,
and love can be seen.
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 1:54 AM UTC
To die and sleep within a world of dreams,
is but to live in my reality.
There are few who endure
the true nature of things,
without methods of escape.
We call those people realists.
I call those people sad.
To envision the world through their eyes,
is a menacing chaos.
Without divine order or inspiration.
Set yourself aflame
and rise from the ashes of the material world.
Live as though dreams can be touched,
and music can be tasted,
smells can be heard,
and love can be seen.