trapped in illusion, <br />the proccess of destruction <br />they called it demolition <br />the depth, the source of his feeling <br />the fever, or security <br />passion or happiness <br />madness or knowledge <br />dilemma, dilemma <br />I can't sleep <br />during the trial of awakening <br />I found myself dreaming <br />and I can't sleep <br />dilemma <br />isn't it? <br />and if there is such a thing <br />which called dreaming <br />source of power <br />to walk the distance <br />root of evil <br />pain <br />the touch of <br />gain <br />the burning of <br />providing me <br />the melting of blood <br />physically incapable of thinkin <br />trying not to screaming <br />then instead of shinkin <br />I allowed myself dreamin <br />it looked like a man <br />who just came back from <br />a long walk <br />shut the door and came in <br />please with the atmosphere <br />clear image <br />how <br />filled me with emotions <br />all restraint washed away <br /> <br />stayed, his voice was low <br />sometimes it hurt more <br />just to be quite <br />pretty much that same thing <br />discover so much meanings <br />they left it for you boy<br /><br />Beo Nguyen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/save-our-dreams-movement-2/
