Wake Me From This Nightmare

Reality:

the playground of a morbidly overzealous imagination.

Dark art at its (not so) finest.

Plot twist.

Chaos.

Confusion.

Devastation.

Disaster.

Plot twist.

Repeat.

Where the impossible becomes possible—

and that isn’t always a good thing.

Reality?

More like virtual reality.

A futuristic simulation so convincing

you’d swear it was real.

Or… is it?

What is real?

This quest can leave you depleted,

unanswered questions can leave you defeated.

And the truth is, I’m no exception.

Or am I?

Honestly? I’m tired of this debate.

💤 So away I drift. 💤

My worst nightmares don’t even shine a light

on the grim, horrid morbidity of this so-called reality.

When I do dream, it’s beautiful—

full of creative wisdom,

full of oddities in the most artful, wondrous ways,

not the hideous, destructive ones of the world.

I’m a free spirit—is that really a crime?

What’s my crime in a reality so subjective?

We don’t even know anything for sure anymore.

When did TRUTH become so obscure?

A murky swamp we tire endlessly to cross?

Well.

If it’s meant to be, I’ll see you in my dreams. 💭

I’d much rather be lost in my own world than society’s.

So tell me again:

What is reality?

A futuristic simulation?

A cleverly disguised manipulation?

Can truth even exist without stipulation?

Or was that part all in my head?

Wake me from this nightmare—

then meet me in my dreams.💭

Because for once, my mind feels safe.