trapped in illusion,
the proccess of destruction
they called it demolition
the depth, the source of his feeling
the fever, or security
passion or happiness
madness or knowledge
dilemma, dilemma
I can't sleep
during the trial of awakening
I found myself dreaming
and I can't sleep
dilemma
isn't it?
and if there is such a thing
which called dreaming
source of power
to walk the distance
root of evil
pain
the touch of
gain
the burning of
providing me
the melting of blood
physically incapable of thinkin
trying not to screaming
then instead of shinkin
I allowed myself dreamin
it looked like a man
who just came back from
a long walk
shut the door and came in
please with the atmosphere
clear image
how
filled me with emotions
all restraint washed away
stayed, his voice was low
sometimes it hurt more
just to be quite
pretty much that same thing
discover so much meanings
they left it for you boy
Beo Nguyen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/save-our-dreams-movement-2/
