What’s the point of dreaming
If we already exist in one
That has the images, and the path to heaven
That we so dearly hold on to
But struggle as we might
This dream shall to come to an end
Like all the others
Yet a conscious mind
That is awake in this dream
Can control it to an extent
Allowing one to not be just a bystander
That perceives the chaos that surrounds them
But a creator of their own dynasty
Some of us understand this
For we were born in the grips of hell
Knowing only nightmares and shadows
And the only way out
Is to become a light
To ourselves, and those that are around us
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~
