Some people think that dreams are real, some people think that what you see, touch, hear, taste, and smell is real but the scariest thing about dreams is when you wake up to nightmares.
Is everything he see’s a reality or is it all just a dream
To close he’s eyes and wake up to a place only familiar him is reality
The place he knows is home
That can only be reached when he see’s the darkness of a new beginning
Can this be real he thinks to himself as he soars beyond the expectations of the ones who criticize him for living in his reality
The heart and mind connect to make it possible for him to live in this dream people decisive as being real
Though he looks into the eyes of death and tells him I am real this is not a dream for others that take his words as advice he does not he is the one that protrudes past he visions just to wake up and say it was all just a dream
As he walks along this never-ending road of reapplication his mind formulates that is not real so he looks over the edge of this road and jumps as he falls he ponders upon the fact that this endless decent upon a new world is reality thus the actuality of it all is being able to fall and getting back up that is reality
To stay down is to create a dream you will never awake from, a life where you pretend to be alive though you have never lived, a world where you pretend to be someone else just to create your own visions of reality, he knows what reality and real people look like, though he has lived in a world so fake that the winters seem warm and the summers cold, trying to find where a young male belongs in this intertwining paradox of reality and actuality, friendship and bedrail , the stress of having to be fake just to fit in, what’s behind ones eyes is real, deep in the back of ones mind is where reality lies but only real eyes can realize the lies put forth on those eyes to see deep in the back of my mind.
-Michael R.
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