dreams

a developmental
high
status

the way
down
will require
an apparatus

dreams
through the day
where is reality?

what
is love
in actuality?

but who
is to say?
who made the rules

only to
be broken
and cause crashes of the skull

mind gone
a sound bending
exploitation.

of a
trusted miss-leader
who fell in conviction

to a judge who
is her.
when she is the
sun.

now locked
in these bars
my struggles just begun.

i hear
them calling
but i have no reply

the back
that used to have me
i can no longer rely.

gone
like the wind
or a shuttle to the sky

out of site
and out of world
who is left
but i.

room at capacity
still i feel alone

abandoned
by it all
this world wont
give me be a bone.

therefore
continues
my endless escapes.

to the
dark side of the moon
where there is no mistake.

my dreams
are reality
and actuality

in my zone
like the rest
chasing
what they call happy.

but life is what you make it.