Flood the mind of what ever you wish... stories? Hmmmm
So listen to the sound of a beating heart, listen to the sound of a beating drum. Washing one thing out of your mind and replacing it with something new. Stop, go again, first the right side, then the left side. Wonder what it all means? Ask the same questions over and over again? The blood still flows through the vains as life pulses from within. Try to tell yourself what you've thought was true since the dawn of time. It's all the same lie. Rushing through life, trying to find the way, stop to listen for a moment and learn to love another way. I've found it, have you? I've lost it, have you? I've crossed the line one too many times and now I lay awake, the nightmare inside crushes my lungs. I gasp for air, yet my mind won't let me take another breath with the knowledge of what I've done. I stare down in agony at the things I've done, at the people I've hurt. It's only a dream, but the faces cry out, "Why, why, why have you forsaken me?" I scream, "I didn't mean the things that I said, I didn't mean the lie that I said, I didn't mean to find out the truth." The pain hits me again. I slowly open my eyes. "Just another dream" I mutter to myself as I drag myself out of bed. "Bah, you beat the alarm again didn't you?" Oh well. Yawning, I push myself through the same things I do every day. The same thing..... day in and day out.. "you never though you'd get to this point in life did you old boy?" I agree with myself as I look into the mirror. The face is the same, older, but still the same. "Blast... time to goto work again." Then I think to myself "Wait a second, something is different today. What am I missing?" Then I see it, it must be a dream, it has to be a dream. I'm still dreaming. I have to be dreaming, this can't be. It felt the same when I woke up, how could this be a dream? I see myself still laying in bed.... that is me isn't it? No... it can't be!