The affirmation caused by a single moment in time Pacification is a defence mechanism when crossing the line To control the mind you must ****** suffer and make sublime The face of the monster is just a fiction to what really defines With out the creation, there would be no points from which to measure dreams to find.
Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection;
Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three-dimensional perception;
We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no lying or deception;
So tell me why in reality our brains cannot cope with the truth that everything is a ghost of time when we seek a higher resolution;
In dreams your perception is reality so you can choose to see everything without conformity within the bounds of banal unoriginal perpetuation;
I believe that in reality, many people choose not to see through what is shown to them to the path of experiencing a life that is full of journies unknown without unequivocal question
A space in time that's remembered because it reminds you of you. A person that changed your life and illuminated the truth. A word that was whispered in your head while you slept right through. A noise that encouraged and subconsciously you grew. A happiness felt inside when you didn't want it to. A star that shines up in the sky and forever in your mind's eye view. A picture on a wall that makes no sense at all but all the time you're changing deep inside you.
Is NT the world filled with remorse while silently you're going insane in your head A new way of living is to work with your anger and ****** some one important instead A sinister calling is preferred and the next morning you read a note from your son that says he is glad that he's dead The fact is that it's everyone's fault but no one will admit it for dread Even the most intelligent people in the world are ignorant of some things like not making bombs that can **** the human race and a sword has a double edge
Are you willing to travel further than the end of your seat? Then let us begin our journey into the unknown parts of your mind that words can repeat I give to you a pebble to make it real for when you wake it will be in your hand to make this journey complete You are on a hillside in a place where you have never been before but familiarity is in the mind to meet You see long flowing grass and butterflies of all colours reflecting a rainbow in your blue eyes and a field of strawberries you can eat Realise that this place is for you and forever you can come here to walk peacefully without the worries of normality of dullness and defeat A windmill so large its sails are as big as a street A robin red breast sits on your shoulder while you eat bread together on a bench whilst watching a monkey play the drums to a beat Subtle colours become so bright your eyes are compelled to take them in as if to first greet Is this the real life I want instead of living in a dimension meant for scholars who happily walk a road made of tar and concrete? I can walk on rubber sausages in my slippers over mountains and collect some bananas from South America and go to the corner shop for some custard and sweets I have shown you the door now all you need to do is relax on a white billowy cloud and rest your feet Look and open your hand and you can still see the pebble but you must believe in your mind what is right and always listen to your heart because your soul is flying fleet