They say follow your dreams
What if dreams are drugs
Soaking mental images
Of golden pissings
And half assed living
To live a life
Downed by dreams
Discoursed by urge
No pleasure
In thought
Or feeling
Only feeling
What life seems
Dreaming of being
Only living without living
And dying without dying
Being myself without myself
Only me
Without judgement
Without being special
With nothing
Just an object
Just a mirror of life
Refracting
Being true
