Every morning when I wake
I begin again to reenact the character
who I believe I am
on this mind blowing stage of life
we are all fools for believing
we are someone
when we are not.
we are a dream
and we are so serious
but our dreaming giant
just laughs at us all
scurrying about
believing in ourselves
in something real
when its all a joke
a dream
we walk around half asleep
dreaming of being awake
in a world that doesn't exist
my mind explodes inside my tiny head
with this idea of being fooled
what to do
with the power of living
life inside another dream?
or the weakness?
the binding truth
hands locked?
feet preplanned?
Sinking or rising?
Darkness or light?
Love or mockery?
I forget which way is right
and which is left.
Totally disorientated
I walk directly towards
the only force I'll ever know.
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