Love of recognition
Love of appreciation

Love of power
Love of being above other

Love of luxury
Love of money

Love of success
Love of progress

Loving way too much
Of earthly things and title

Loving way too much
Of things that supposed to be should not matter

Loving way too much
Of life that you forget to actually live

Love is the greatest thing of all
Yet love is the most horrible of all

Dragons are on fire
Winter has finally come
War is to begin

Working M to F
Studying during Sat and Sun
Starting to feel tired

Lucid dreaming is the doorway
        to the unconscious.
So dream.
Do not stay closed
        behind cement barricades
        blocking the moon
        from shining.
Live.
Each second is for you.
The tumbling of life
         does not promise
            anything.
In one breath
you can have
        a time table
        handed to you.
A distinct framework
        of how much
        longer you shall be.
Stay in illusion.
Keep in mind
that very little
is worthy of
being screamed about.
Politics
        and
people games
        are not
         the substance
        of existing.
Picture colourful images
         that flutter
          playfully
            across the
           mental horizon.
A traffic light
      will
       blink
red, yellow, green.
A noise
        will dominate
         the shading sky.
These mean nothing.
Moments of distraction
        soon
         gone away.
Focus on fantasy.
Allow yourself
the freedom to
         celebrate
        the essence
        of harmony.
When you die,
       it will be
         your dreams
         that are
          remembered.
Breathe.
It's just
      a bad day,
      not a bad life.

I bet you dream in color
and wake up in a black and white world.