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I Dream A Dream

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By Brent HorlingPublished 5 years ago 4 min read
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I'm not as smart as I'd like to be

Mechanical metal, piece of machinery

But one day I'll be cured like a disease

My body dead but my mind between the seam

A happy thought, a happy ending

Death is more beautiful when not pretending

Those rose colored glasses hold you tightly

Safety in make believing a forever without dying

But the truth is we are all made of dirt and twigs

I dream a dream where I'm a tree that stands still

That is a true story, a real sense of being

A reason to stay still to keep those who are breathing

No rhyme or reason, just more fucked up timing

This isn't depression because I'm still here smiling

The dark in our absence to look at the truth

Humans are killers, born with an umbilical noose

We try to do what seems right for another

But we remember our anger and become blinder

Not always selfish, but also selflessly so

If you think you're better than, you've already grown cold

Fuck you and all who think they know their tomorrow

Time is irrelevant in its relevance to control

I'm not sad but pained to watch this world on fire

And I'm tired of being one of the few who have water

Death is distant but for sure it is certain

But what about the lives of our sons and daughters

Your judgement is useless for it is a tool to feel best

When the judgement is sour it's only a mirror

You take your time, you take these steps

But when you leave everything and travel without a path

You find life's meaning, a meaning to survive

Not a personal survival because from birth we die

But to continue the survival of survival in tomorrow

Then you'll find yourself outside of the social mold

People are fickle, fragile, scared living things

And to be one gives me a sense of dismay

Not that I'm broken, gross, insane, or displeased

It's just hard being one who feels they're blind to being

If we all just shut the Fuck up and listened to the wind

You know that one song, "dust in the wind"

We work towards a tomorrow that'll be more comforting

But a truth in that is we are just weak in the knees

I'm not pointing out a flaw or a lack thereof

I'm just clearing my head of this feeling of alone

You're doing fine, keep pushing yourself

But just know that after this, your skin is what's amiss

I dream a dream of the death, what comes next

And if it's nothing at all, to me, that is true and pure bliss

But I get hung up on my thoughts for they bear weight

I don't mean to weigh you down but usually it's too late

This isn't sad, depressing, or even sorrow

It's me stuck in this living that fuels dreams of more

I need to escape the same day I keep living

By that I mean yesterday is tomorrow just a different date

As a human outside the regular, at least that's how I feel

I'm a human who wants humans to work as a unit

Like mechanical metal, silver machinery

Why the Fuck are we hung up on only our own feelings?

Eh, this is shit and the words say other than their original intent

You probably think I have problems, just look at yourself

We hurt, steal, drown in greed

Survival of the fittest makes us all weak

Better in numbers, better in truthfully sharing

A killer may be a killer but they were born without permission

God isn't a fucking planner you carry around

God is the tree firmly planted outside in the ground

God is that lion eating that zebra in the Savannah

God is that zebra that lion is eating

This isn't poetry but it isn't a meaningless expression

I was born the same as you, brought here without permission

Not that I'm ungrateful for I am full of true thanks

I just wish people would listen to people instead of just dismiss

I wish people would know their neighbors instead of talk shit

Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm the wrong kind of disease

Maybe this is just me, just wishful thinking

But the truth is we are animals who act like they need a leash

We all are fucked as fucked in the way we're living

Pack animals are pack animals for a fucking reason

Yet we live in different cages, houses I mean

And the government is an animal of which was set free

They have no wants and have no needs

They only get persecuted when we see there's no leash

Fuck

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About the Creator

Brent Horling

I'm a free spirit, who is usually lost in free thought. As life goes on and I age closer to my death, I've come to realize that these free thoughts seem to be all I truly have. And that's okay.

https://Instagram.com/user/soullikephoenixcycle

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