"DREAMSCAPES OF LIFE"

I worked over 12 hours on this story music video. I utilize AI as a tool. I use my brain to write & edit in my art studio on my PC. I worked 4 hours creating music with SUNO. I have to have the right beat, the right tune, the right voice. I am picky. Then I worked on the video creations through different resources. I have had over 2o years of music & voice training. I studied nursing, business, & journalism. I am 75 years old. I put my heart & soul & MY BRAIN INTO MY CREATIONS.

I want to say,

Today

That yesterday

Was surreal

But real

The world turns

The globe turns

We look up at the stars

The moon

The sun

Rolling around the universe

Powered by the universe

Are we in a computer animation,

a short story is

‘CRAZY TIMES IN THE MATRIX 2025

One cannot make this up, but they could, but it is reality in 2025.

Politics is insane,

Relationships are insane.

I am 75 years old, an ole hippie with college degrees. I am still a peace activist. My story is one of depth, craziness, and alternative lifestyle of an artist, musician, writer, and lyricist.

Verse 1: Waking from dreams that feel so real, A world of light, a soft appeal. Under skies where laughter flies, no shadows fall, no weary sighs.

Pre-Chorus: Yet the dawn comes breaking through, A bittersweet and harsh debut. The union’s tearing at the seams, but my heart still beats in fragile dreams.

Chorus: Good morning, though the skies turn gray, I rise to meet this troubled day. In my dreams, my friends remain near, but awake, we fight through fear.

Verse 2: Silent echoes on broken streets, Hope retreats, while chaos speaks. From the towers, high and cold, they watch as our stories unfold.

Bridge: Today I wear a solemn grace, Tomorrow fades, a fleeting face. Dreams are my shelter, my sacred embrace, But the daylight reveals a harsher place.

Final Chorus: Good morning, though the skies turn gray, I rise to meet this troubled day. In my dreams, my friends stay near, but awake, we fight through fear.

Have you ever woken up from a dream that felt more real than life itself?

It's like you've been walking in a world of light, a soft appeal, under skies where laughter flies.

No shadows fall, no weary sighs. In that dreamscape, everything is perfect.

But then, the dawn comes breaking through. It's a bittersweet and harsh debut,

tearing at the seams of that perfect union. Yet, my heart still beats in those fragile dreams.

Good morning, though the skies turn gray. I rise to meet this troubled day. In my dreams,

My friends remain near, but awake we fight through the fear. Silent echoes on broken streets,

Hope retreats while chaos speaks. From the towers high and cold they watch as our stories unfold.

Today, I wear a solemn grace. Tomorrow fades, a fleeting face. Dreams are my shelter,

my sacred embrace. But daylight reveals a harsher place.

Good morning, though the skies turn gray. I rise to meet this troubled day. In my dreams,

My friends remain near, but awake we fight through fear. Thank you for joining me on this journey

through the delicate tapestry of dreams and reality. If this resonates with you,

don't forget to like and subscribe for more poetic explorations. Until next time, keep dreaming and

keep fighting through the fear.

Written & Produced by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

copyright 2025

Trusselli Art