Change, a simple and yet, terrifying word.
Getting locked into the throat and never quite listing on the tongue, before being oppressed by reality.

Poked and prodded stretched and diluted. Held down by the beliefs of those unwilling to take a stand. Resistance of the most natural sort, fear in it's most primal state.

Never allowing the human condition to better itself but rather, learning to adapt to our condition. All the while letting other's die in the name of "humanity"

Cruelly holding some down and allowing other's to persue their dreams, progression of those undeserving for what they've accomplished.

So where do we go from there, in a world without dreams and idea's and people so afraid of change, that we can't stand up and admit to ourselves that all we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

A world of dreams that never belonged to me.