I new a life before this
so beautiful that time reversed
rewinding the sacred moments
to get the right lines rehearsed
every tear held a capsule
of greater moments to be explored
behind the curtains raged a battle
but such segments were ignored
visions of crystal chandeliers
lips of light kissing marble floors
opportunity inventing elegant windows
to show the illusion of many doors
dreams were a reality here
smiles cascaded colorful soundtracks
eyes so innocent they were clear
and memories were times warps to go back
to a moment you might have missed
dissed discarded or regreted
erasing any sorrow of any moment you felt neglected
see this was an era where hate wasn't present
in essence a great eutopia
so much love to absord within it
that you felt that much lonelier
but behind the beauty, there sat imagination
obsessed with the joy and wonder
of inventing such a creation
so within my own frustration
I designed myself confused
tryin' to answer what kind of hope
would be so cruely amused
at me believing in this utter bliss
that couldn't possibly exist
only for me to wake up and beg for sleep as a wish
it was then that I tried to fill my heart with dread
but only could come up with smiles and laughter instead
now sort of paranoid...or am I?
who's messing with my head?
"NO MY SON, THIS IS REAL"
Is what a grand voice said
looking down at a parting cloud
revealing a vision as it spread
gasping in suprise and disbelief
I see myself on a street dead...