Life is but a Dream
you've learned from the Snake
Dream that never stops
dream that can’t be fake

Blowing smoke in clouds
laughing with the stars
you elude the Dirt
you evade the Blood

When you reach the Sun
- what a wretched Fate! -
saving not your wings
you’ll give birth to Hate

Soaring heavenward
through the blinding beams
Cutting with glass-blade
reason’s navel-strings

Standing against yourself
soul with no defence
You will start to crawl
on your knees and hands

Hiding from the Snake
suddenly you see…

…as Nightmares they come
Fears of your Dream

Dancing on the edge
You ignore the score
Under selfish urge
Rotten to the core

When you reach the Sun
- what a wretched Fate! -
saving not your wings
you’ll give birth to Hate

Tempted by moth-trap
bogus treasuries
You make final step
ceasing memories

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