Reality says,
It’s too late,
Dreams say,
Hold on.

I refuse to be,
That which society sends me,
To be,
Think the history I’ll write,
Lays in the palm of my hand,
A tree.
Heart says,
Leave the tree, it’s pure,
Mind says,
Convert it to paper, transform, release,
Society wants the paper,
My dreams want the trees.

Reality or dreams,
I’ll go to the grave,
Before reality steals me,
This me I am, last thing I have,
I’ll write my heart out,
Express my dreams,
Deny my reality on these leaves,
While I sink in my roots,
Pen and leaves,
That is my destiny,
Fuck reality,
Society is dead