there i lie in a dream of another
awake, action, fear, loss, heartache, goals, creation, religion, ideas
everything that i was feeling, doing was inside the dream of another
every thought i thought was a thought i had heard from another body that was in this dream
this dream is built on every single person
these famous words
are spoken by the people who walk upon this dream
this dream, written by society
but what is society?
a dream?
i lie still in this dream
i have zero control on how i would like to dream
its like my hand my feet my soul is a puppet
of the mastermind
i dream of a dream i would like to live in
but as my eyes open i feel myself in the presence of another
i am lucid dreaming in society
how can i collect myself as just myself and not part of this dream
this dream is making me a madman, insane, i want to rip my hair out
to the thought of thinking like another walking upon the dream
of society
because this dream is crazy
if you think about it
wouldn't we all like to be placed in a different world
a different society
a different dimension
our minds seek more
yet we are confined by this dream
controlled
yet we all don't have a single clue
but thats what drives me crazy
no ones conscious
no ones risking stepping out of this dream
no one is
because how?
to control a dream that is not in your own mind is simple impossible

whispered memories
gated truths
misery behind a laugh
playful child
run with the butterflies
forget all these ties
they aren't apart of you
so run create fun
these whispered memories
are not apart of you
a limb
your subconscious mind
tore apart from you.
so run little child
let your wings sore
and fly with the doves
sing little child
sing with the birds
play little child
let the grass grow so tall it tickles your nose
be graceful little one
because you can now
this limb is detached
laugh little one
because there is no more pain to hide behind
you are strong little one
mighty even
you're brave
little one
you are all
just laugh little one
let the whispers go with the wind
take stand for yourself
let this lesson be the whispered memory
to remind you to be brave, fearless, childlike
to take this pain and consciously detach it from yourself
to carry on
be the little one
the fearless one

with words made of thread and
lips like a needle,
you weaved your words through me,
healed me, closed
all wounds.
but the thread was thin,
easy to break, and
with the slightest force, it snapped.
each time i turned away, there you were
with that same golden thread and those same loving lips,
ready to fix me over
and over again.
but how many times can the wound reopen
before it can’t be sewn up again?
how many times can i get my heart broken,
before learning that it’s okay not to forgive?
how many times does it take for you to pull back
until one day, finally
you just don’t come back?

Everything you say is but a lie,
It melts over your lips as if stormy winds were ascending,
This caged monstrosity within my chest was but a butterfly,

The murky waters pouring from your eyes will not dry,
as if your words were worth defending,
Everything you say is but a lie.

And I am done faking my reply,
As if what you say could ever be less than offending.
This caged monstrosity within my chest was but a butterfly.

I am sick of forever trying to satisfy,
an ear so condescending,
Everything you say is but a lie.

But no matter how hard I try,
To you, my heart will never be worth lending.
This caged monstrosity within my chest was but a butterfly,

To someone I could not defy,
To your every action I am done assenting.
Everything you say is but a lie,
This caged monstrosity within my chest was but a butterfly.