Poem: Lost Between Two Cities

In my best of days.

Reality is on the ceiling, and my dreams lay next to me.

Conversation floats by, and people seem blurry.

My mind is swimming in pictures of beauty, while my body is stuck in a world of illusion.

I see people dream, because mankind has become lost.

In stuffed malls, television, and cars speeding fast.

Cast over the night, sleeping is my disease, and dreams are my cure.

Then I am woken by the walk of machine.

Pictures of beauty drift waiting for me to follow, however abandons me while they slip out the window.

I lost my dream in reality, then found in a thought.

These two cities live right under each-other.

One is where you dream and the other is your reflection; Going where you go, doing what you please. Doing what your told, and having only what you need.

While you really do not live in ether city.

You live under the service, between the cities, inside the mirror, in the middle of nowhere.

In this void, is where you blossom, where you fester.

No one knows this because they all think its their disease.

However it is not yours nor mine, it is everybody's.