Reality

Reality is a dream
Dreams are fluent
Barely remembered
I once thought I was happy

One day I awoke from my dream
Reality conditioned me to hate
For the pleasure, for the pain
For the remembrance of a love long lost

Few people have the energy to think
It’s easier to survive by the skin of your teeth
To work pay your taxes and die
A dreamer feels the pain for what we have all lost

Society keeps us in our places conveniently
Reality grounds us to accept relentlessly
I questioned, I thought
Now a shell is all that remains

I think I’ll get a job and move to the ‘burbs
Defeat is life with no compassion




© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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