A long and slow awakining.
Drowsy realism. Was it all really
the past this dream of manic
desperation, hate and fear.
Or is this the dream.
This new illusion of reality, where
lifes struggles are challenges to
be conquered, not a ball and chain
to drag you down.
So you step out tenatively, for
fear of falling over the edge of
the narrow road that you now travel.
Between dreams and whats real.
Between the fear of continuity and the
desperation for change.
On which side will you fall my broken
angel, and will it bring you life
or death.