You are a snake.
Traveling through the vibrations of my universe, you have wrapped your wrath around the throat of my freedom. You strangle the peace that seeks to breathe throughout me, as you spinelessly slither through my meadows. You are a predator, to the flowers and animals tremendously galloping, dancing in the beaming lights of the colors of the ground, the brightness of the sun.
The tortoise may beat the rabbit,
but the snake will always beat the soul.
You sneak in to the shadows of fallen leaves, delving yourself deep in to the ground where I cannot perceive.
I expand, I venture, I travel.
But the snake, is never buried,
the snake, is simply hiding.
always offers me an apple.
It is reality for me to give in,
but I dream of escape.
It is reality for me to feed myself, if I am hungry,
but in my dreams, apples are not poisinous.
It is reality for me to chase the light at the end of this tunnel,
but in my dreams, the tunnel is warmer than the world,
And I am as cold as I am hungry,
Why can't I stay?
The poison of it's fangs drips from the apple,
as the snake begins to seduce me.
Weaving in and out of my legs, climbing my shoulders,
beginning to whisper.
And in reality, I am hungry,
I will take a bite.
But in reality, evil can touch me.
So today, I am dreaming.
Tomorrow, will be the dream come true.
The snake, may choke me.
The snake, may consume me.
But the snake, can never swallow me.
Because the snake, cannot transcend reality,
it does not have enough power to chase me,
in to my lonely meadows,
in to my eruptive dimensions,
in to my vast space,
My escape, is escape.
I am in my dreams. I am my dreams.
I am dreaming, forever.