Set the controls for the Heart of the Sun.
i cannot.
The Voice wins time and time again.
i cannot.
But, they say i can.
i fail long before even i try.
If this life is an illusion, a dream, i am trapped and disillusioned.
i am not yet awake, aware, of the dream state here.
The dream is real.
Yet, still i am the drowsy dreamer.
What will shake me from my slumber?
Will the reigns ever be loosened from round my neck?
When will the blinders fall from my eyes?
Why am i here?
To gather excuses in a pile to slide down?
To fall?
To numb my self from it all?
The hushed whisper that is the din of the void waiting to swallow me whole.
I fall;
but, Will ever i rise?
i cannot.
The Voice wins time and time again.
i cannot.
But, they say i can.
i fail long before even i try.
If this life is an illusion, a dream, i am trapped and disillusioned.
i am not yet awake, aware, of the dream state here.
The dream is real.
Yet, still i am the drowsy dreamer.
What will shake me from my slumber?
Will the reigns ever be loosened from round my neck?
When will the blinders fall from my eyes?
Why am i here?
To gather excuses in a pile to slide down?
To fall?
To numb my self from it all?
The hushed whisper that is the din of the void waiting to swallow me whole.
I fall;
but, Will ever i rise?
" If you're going to outwit the devil,
it is terribly important
you don't give him any advance notice."
