Dreams

I
Close your eyes and fade off into the land of dreams
Your brain takes over and guides you to the origin of destiny's screams
You walk into a room and an aged woman begins to weep
Revolution, Separation and Thought are the memories that you choose to keep
Desperation, Censorship and Futility are on the rise?
"Where am I", an innocent man cries out, "In the land of moral compromise"

II
An ill fated journey to the deep recesses of the mind
Discovering emotions and destroying reactions towards the kind
Misplaced loyalties and discovery of the dark fatal night
The fight for your soul, things that possess you and become cold, cold fright
Trying to escape, trying to gather the courage to flee
Looking for inspiration, trying to set your mind free

III
You look back into your beliefs and wonder if it's all a fraud
If you were in heaven what questions could you think of, would you be afraid to speak with God?
You sit in your personal torture chamber and ask questions of existence while you still can
Impressions and recessions and the dark thoughts of the healthy man
Disorder and Futility and Thoughts that possess the soul
Is there a way to achieve sanctuary with intelligence, sanity and self-control?

IV
Forward, Backward, Existence in the center lane
Intolerance, Belligerence, Fighting to remain sane
Expressing myself in a world possessed by money
Trying to be an artist, without being lured by the devil's honey
I would rather be hated and stand on my own two feet
Than to be a slave to ridicule in a world that treats humans like rotting meat

V
Perception is thought to be what is currently in fashion
I'll stay myself. Please forgive my lack of compassion
Souls are bought and sold on a daily basis
No thought to being an individual or moral crisis
People of the world have become cold and sour
Our morals and our consciences have died like wilted flowers

VI
Burning eyes look upon me and gawk openly Violate my conscience, question me invalidly
There goes the man with closed mind and bitter heart
Have you ever wondered how racism got its frightening start?
The years have made us cautious, the ages have caused burning of our thoughts
The age of enlightenment, the days of destruction are still to be wrought

VII
Stuttering, uttering in sleep I am debonair
In my thoughts I am a well respected millionaire
Women all want my love, Men respect my wisdom
I am truly enlightened, headed for God's Kingdom
Thinking of a world where people respect my art
I am nearing the waking hour, time for reality to start

VIII
Eyes flicker open stare at my lonely ceiling
My heart flutters and I conceive a waking feeling
The hot breath of consciousness, a sense of being alive
I roll out of bed and head towards success. This is for what I truly strive
My dreaming is over for another lonely night
Where have I been, where can I go today to continue my purposeful fight?

© 1994, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved