As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.
Broken by function and broken by fate. I lay on this landfill thinking, – am I even still here, and am I too late? As I find myself slipping further into the rear of my own mental state, a ray of sunshine appears in the form of a queer, confusing my fate.
His dreams are so bright and so clear, that my heart starts to sear. In his dream I’m something, although something very unclear. I then try and I try to become something he can hold dear, but my thoughts and ideas can’t help but to veer,
till dreams turns to nothing but a great many fears. Here I’ll remain nothing, not even a simple old gear.
I slumber into a Magical Dreams A castle appears from five magical beans A kingdom up in the air I mount a flying horse That takes me their Giants are counting golden eggs Rocking themselves in musical chairs I own
A dream what is that exactly, a reason to live, love, laugh, follow your heart. His heart, her heart, your heart, my heart, their hearts even our own hearts, from that first newborn smack on our baby bottoms, to wail
When the night was full of terrors, As a child what you had encountered in your sleep with the demons or devils, Or the beautifully adorned prince or princesses, The superheroes and the fantasies and yet some more- “Dreams” ,