What is real? Are you sure you know?
What happens when reality is gone, melted like snow?
They say that life is but a dream
And things are never what they seem.
The dreams, like a mist, will fade away.
Your new truth may be a nightmare that’s here to stay
So, what will you do when the dream ends?
When the truth is stretched and reality bends?
When all that is left of your sanity is one lonely scream
And you’re lost in the nightmare, begging for the dream?
Will you lose your sense of wrong and right
When you finally meet the demons of the night?
Will you run away, lost and scared,
Or will you scream at God, wishing he cared?
He does care, or did, during the dream of life.
But hope has died and sorrow is your new wife.
In this new landscape, bereft of hope,
You sell your soul for just one more hit of dope
But even lost in a daze,
You see glimpses of the dream through the haze.
But this is over, the dream has ended for all time
And things no longer make sense, and words no longer rhyme.
The streetlights are winking out
And in the shadows there are creatures scurrying about.
Soon all there will be is the dark, cold, lonely night.
In the face of that, does it really matter, wrong or right?
If you still have the ability to see
Think how tragic the dying of the light will be.
So, say a prayer or just say goodbye
And know the sadness as you watch the light die. | SL