Imagine what it's like to be
with no soul to feed,
this pain is only skin deep,
and no one can touch me.
There are no tears to cry,
there's no loneliness to feel,
because all thats false is real,
and what we thought was real,
well, just wasn't meant to be.
Imagine everything you knew
was turned around and strewn
would it, could it, crush you?
We only wish it were that simple,
imagine things to make life livable,
yet, don't we all perceive the world differently,
so whats to say what we see is reality?
Imagine that our dreams were reality,
and reality were our dreams,
are there things you would regret
not doing, saying, or seeing?
Life as we know it
is never the same as the poets,
yet we take her words,
and mold them to our own reality,
to identify with another human's mind,
to make sense, to have normality.
Imagine a world, where all you knew
meant nothing, but to those few
who knew nothing, yet they knew it all,
because the less you knew,
the more you saw.