dreaming in stereo
has it been a long time?
treading gently on indestructable dreams and a heart of fragile steel. meant to be so much more than what we've become... drowning slowly in rotting progression as the future forges ahead and the last of our resolve stands back for one last try. what if we were so in tune with the earth that we could feel when and how to adjust in order to best sustain her and ourselves? working more and more, but feeling less and less content. a haunting urgency- panic, almost- the sensation of time slipping emptily by. meaning lost in the search for... what are we searching for? where did we lose our humanity? the ability to look ourselves- each other- in the eyes? when did it become not ok to be sad, frustrated? to be great, incredible, nearly unbelievable in existence? when did we begin to celebrate mediocrity as though it were something to be proud of? ...because obviously we're not allowed to do anything fantastic. it might threaten someone else's sense of 'security.' and what of a so called security that binds them and everyone around them to a lifeless existence void of total fulfillment and peace?
what if we never make it?
what if we never know?
what if we spend our whole lives dreaming to the stereo?