• this is your dream
    every thought
    action
    whim
    I am fully subscribed to your subconscious will
    fragments of a poorly constructed reality
    like a play with a low budget set
    we find cracks in our existence
    looking for answers where there is no question
    looking for reason when there is no such thing
    your mind created this
    all of this suffering, all of this happiness
    all of this everything, all of this nothing
    your mind created this
    your mind created me
    where do I fit in
    all of the pieces
    glass spilt across the floor
    the past
    the present
    the future
    strewn about as one
    the real
    the unreal
    the delusion
    incoherently mixed
    how does it fall apart so beautifully?
    creating such imperfection amongst the chaos
    synapses colliding at untraceable speeds
    your subconscious destroying/replacing at magnificent rates
    all of it against your will, but by your own hand
    the sun only sets for you
    the children only laugh for you
    the soldiers only bleed for you
    I weep for you and you alone
    such a burden at rest amongst your shoulders
    and you don't even know, can't even comprehend
    but there is faith where i seek knowledge
    and there are answers where i find questions
    and there is life where i lack death
    nothing where all i need is something
    yet for you,
    there is everything