What if when we dream, we are still awake, transfer to a new, dimension in our fate.
What if when we dream, out future is foretold, we peer into a pool, that tells of when we’re old.

What if when we dream, our life is nothing but a facade.

Ten, years is all it takes.
To build a home in another place.
A virtual life in virtual space.
Escaping from fidelity, Re-entering our destiny.

Flying high in the sky, yeh we’re unstoppable,
Become the leader of men without an obstacle,
Every question we ask becomes rhetorical,
It’s astronomical but diabolical.
Flying high in the sky, It isn’t real.
Become the leader of men, It’s an illusion.
Why can’t i move to this place, and become prodigal.
This isn’t possible.

We can leave this,
Plain of existence
and become the leader of our dreams.
But its fake.

Wake…Up… Please

WAKE UP!!!
Wake up.

Stop wasting time in a land of make believe,
Disappointment is inevitable.
WAKE UP.

I have spent, so long ignoring my
own achievements.
That i’ve forgotten, what the purpose is.
To dream,
In reality.
Living free.
Wake up
I have spent,
so long ignoring my
own achievements.
That i’ve forgotten,
what the purpose is.

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