I’ve heard that dreams are symbols
That represent our future.
Yet, are they not the shackles
That keep us in this stupor?
Perhaps, I’ve been too easily swayed
By the lies that swept me up.
I wonder if the cards I played
Were stopped far too abrupt.
For once I dreamt I was stuck
Falling down a deep, dark hole.
I fell for eternity, ‘til I struck
A realization: I had no control.
For now, I wish I could go back
To that time when I was innocent.
It’s hard to imagine how I lack
That perfect, perfect innocence.
Maybe if I worked to death,
I would find what I was looking for.
But now, I’d rather take a breath
Than find solace ’hind a door.