Lucid Dreams

Open your heart, the
beauty of
life
falling, falling.
searing down the
sunlight,
no shame,
regrets are few in the
fields of June,
Sunlight can only go so far
before the warmness
is taken
for granted.
Continually finding reasons to
go on
the brightness and
wonder beyond the
stars, swirling
drive a further
resistance to fall the
fate of a defeated
hero.
Nothing can bring down
the inner peace and
power of
creativity and eternal love.
Twisted fate, who sets us free?
is it you mr. Sandman?
Swift and sly moving through
fields of wonder, eternal
emotion and obscene views.
Only mr. Sandman can
create a sense so real,
yet so disturbed, magical, and
electrical.
Please tell mew how one lone
stranger can escape....
A rabbit hole?
a swirl of colors?
a nonsensical experience?
Tell me the fundamental,
genetically built,
subconciously created escape is not
Sand Land itself.
Dreams are not meant for
the weak minded.
Only the truly creative can
take absolute control
of absolutely functional
insanity.
Harness the eternal
magic of insanity
and show me how
you move.