Dream on.

My father had a dream, so did his. When you stop dreaming, it’s life that you’ll see. I dare you to dream, A dream with legitimacy. Now ‘wake up’ makes more sense to me because our generation is as hopeless as it can be.

Voids.

I thought I had wings and dreamt of flight, only to realise they were hands. Could barely crawl, yet life had me running after people and things. Everything was quiet and it was too late before I found my voice. I searched for myself through the eyes of people and ways of the world; now…

Floating in the air, Off of this cliff, I jump, Into this abyss, Losing sanity, To reality Where sun shines darker, Where night gets brighter; Can you meet me there? When the rain flies upward And trees grow inward; Shall we stop and stare? At the unicorns that graze In the ocean of despair; Smiling…