Welcome the dream, of thoughts I begin to see, all is real. Without the meaning of our mind, creation is most but kind. My beliefs thrown to the wrong and natural, life is a complexion sought after, never gained. The wings of imagination carry us to haven, cause of doubt without reason. Sense of reflection upon and grand stage, or sense is locked within a cage. Words have the point to cut and destroy, and birth the world, speech a method put to use in protection of peace. Youthful fragments left behind in the chase of something more, a life's tale a setttled score. The motion of emotion put down to bring forth the reality of ourselves. To begin a death of a thousand lies, I feel growth of heart and soul. Beauty's for the blind, trapped forever having no realzation of meaning beyond our human qualities. Impacting the balance that isn't there, bounds that bound nothing, but hold all together. Points of relevance are irrelevamt and thus for of all things that may matter at anytime, irrelevance points to the relevant, leading the way to an end. Time rattles with no remorse for those in it's course, the procees of fear is a function we go through to mature which brings us to want. A dependancy of each other has drifted to not knowing the difference between want and need, in here lies the problem. What matters matters little since anticipation dwindles. Imagine all is nothing, and everything, but all is all we make it, all in all is all we are. No not but a word will we be remembered by, a thought does die, and actions forgotten, welcome to the dream.