When dreams become real they have been conquered. Lets's dream a dream that can't be conquered.
When you find yourself living in the dream you always wanted, does that suffice. Is it enough?
Do we look further or deeper, let's ask Maslow what stage we fall in to now.
Is a craving for more, simply a false inadequacy, how deep can we go?
Is it a dream for realism to exist with in a dream or a false misconception that some form of reality does exist therein.
If it does then there's more equations to this puzzle than found in a multitude of quantum physicists labs.
Branches in web form, interlaced like a family tree, generations old. These branches form the basis of disorganised structure that is understood by any person that plays a part in forming a link in the web.
If your web breaks, there is no second chance. Straight to purgatory, a smart man would have a get out jail free card up his sleeve. Only he would hold out until the opportune moment came along.
Visual imagery of a cop at the ready, gun out of the holster, orders are to "HOLD". The signal is given, and theres the safety net we've been waiting for.
Dreams are that and that alone. Sleepful dreams through the night, are simply sub-conscious drifters. Pieces of a puzzle all trying to find their way home. Each without a hand to guide them.
Dreams with purpose, thought and planned out dreams are driven by the hand that knows what hand will be dealt, the hand that always knows which way the cards will fall. Courteously, lady luck is on our side tonight.
Tonight, we have been dealt the upper hand. Advantage one.
Undiagnosed impossible dreamer, a diagnosis missing due to sleepless nights and dreams that behold their own hidden agendas. I forget my own dreams, separated from any self-diagnosed desires erupting from the un-conscious mind, it tears my mind apart until all thats left is an unconquerable, nonsensical dream that is barely penetrable by any means of analytical theorisms.
Sense was never was never a pivotal point in this dream.
The fun begins when nothing is all that there is, begins to make less and less sense.
Find the key to the secret garden buried in the ancient ruins of a lost city of which the map has been long lost and all questions will be answered.
Look within, before undertaking your journey and upon return try a little more self reflection and see what's changed!
Do we look further or deeper, let's ask Maslow what stage we fall in to now.
Is a craving for more, simply a false inadequacy, how deep can we go?
Is it a dream for realism to exist with in a dream or a false misconception that some form of reality does exist therein.
If it does then there's more equations to this puzzle than found in a multitude of quantum physicists labs.
Branches in web form, interlaced like a family tree, generations old. These branches form the basis of disorganised structure that is understood by any person that plays a part in forming a link in the web.
If your web breaks, there is no second chance. Straight to purgatory, a smart man would have a get out jail free card up his sleeve. Only he would hold out until the opportune moment came along.
Visual imagery of a cop at the ready, gun out of the holster, orders are to "HOLD". The signal is given, and theres the safety net we've been waiting for.
Dreams are that and that alone. Sleepful dreams through the night, are simply sub-conscious drifters. Pieces of a puzzle all trying to find their way home. Each without a hand to guide them.
Dreams with purpose, thought and planned out dreams are driven by the hand that knows what hand will be dealt, the hand that always knows which way the cards will fall. Courteously, lady luck is on our side tonight.
Tonight, we have been dealt the upper hand. Advantage one.
Undiagnosed impossible dreamer, a diagnosis missing due to sleepless nights and dreams that behold their own hidden agendas. I forget my own dreams, separated from any self-diagnosed desires erupting from the un-conscious mind, it tears my mind apart until all thats left is an unconquerable, nonsensical dream that is barely penetrable by any means of analytical theorisms.
Sense was never was never a pivotal point in this dream.
The fun begins when nothing is all that there is, begins to make less and less sense.
Find the key to the secret garden buried in the ancient ruins of a lost city of which the map has been long lost and all questions will be answered.
Look within, before undertaking your journey and upon return try a little more self reflection and see what's changed!