
There is Reality
And there is a Dream
The past is no longer Reality
So it must be just a Dream
But all I have to is Nightmares
And all I do is Scream
Why the fuck do I remember
The silly little things
Maybe so I’ll never forget
The pain that love brings
Every fallen soldier
Rests at the feet of kings
And no one seems to listen
When a gorgeous woman sings
So how do some believe
That we used to fly with wings
I guess we all come home
When we hear the bell death rings
The present is all we have
The futures Dream the same
Wild, our imagination
A beast we cannot tame
It’s in our minds to wonder
Is there a god for that to blame?
Is fiery hell beneath us
Or is that from where we came
I never chose to be a player
In the universes game
I hate this curse of life
But I love my fucking name
I’d put it everywhere
But I’m hiding from the fame
Because when disappointment comes
I just can’t bear the shame
Suicide is a Tragedy
Even though they’re free from pain
Those left behind to die alone
It burns them more than flame
About the Creator
Chris Davis
My mind drifts like the rivers of high Colorado and my heart lies in the arms of Mother Nature. My soul is tied to the strings of the universe and my energy flows to and from the consciousness around me.


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