You dream a version of the truth,
One you win, to control your fate.
Calculated and planned with no surprise nor fault,
Your path is clear, and vision straight, its pure.
Gates open unto you, your paradise found,
But reality has limits, and your dreams a version of.
You know the joy but yet don't feel it,
And the air is clear yet you cannot breathe in,
Touch familiar, but sense fails receiving it.
Away from dreams, what was it you were?
Free, secure, your own in a world alone.
But in reality you wish for dreams
But these dreams of reality can't console.
Neither do they draw what's right,
But might your mind combat the truth,
Neither wins nor either loses.
Loss is suffered as a whole.
Dreams of reality cant console.
As you can't realise your dreams,
Locked away, them deep inside your soul,
Where none else can see.
And you ask yourself for reasons why,
These dreams you dream can't ever be,
And why if they are but a better version of you reality.
