Make believe are things not yet created.
At one time it was fridges, computers or the light switch.
Sounds quite mad but that is the truth.
Its why we should rule out nothing until time is spent.

Dream up the future.
Inspire and design.
Craft and create.
No reason to fall into the long running line.

Fabricate and formulate what comes next.
Whether it be a principle, movement or document.
All contributes to the greater whole.
This is how we have forged to where we stand right now.

Dream up the future.
Inspire and design.
Craft and create.
No reason to not involve yourself in a project.

Scary to try but its worse to feel unfulfilled.
Doesn’t need a purpose other than because its enjoyable.
These are but some of the joys available.
Grasp them with both hands;
We are all able!

Dream up the future.
Inspire and design.
Craft and create.
Don’t ignore your mind!

Has anyone ever considered the complexity of meeting?
I have and find it kind of harrowing.
For relationships aren’t easy no matter the form.
Not talking only about love but friends, acquaintances, really anyone.
Layer upon layers of interaction.
One false move could spell disaster and a need to move on.
Maybe its something you’ve never considered.
If so, you should try and give it thought some time.
Conscious or not, judgement is always involved.
Not able to be cast out and forgotten.
Or maybe I’m wrong and it is relevant only to me.
After all I’m one man and am wrong repeatedly.
Not a brag or a dig, just an observation.
With age knowledge and perspective its a realisation.
Its why all I say is not to be considered right.
These are but the opinions of a single sprite.
Character in a larger tale of being one in billions of NPC.
Still I implore you to consider what we take for granted.
That which is often easy, simple or done automatically.

Saturation might not be what comes round this day or the next.
But at some point the waves will flood everything.
Doubt all you want but our time is growing short.
The hands are closing!
Events are quickening to a single point in time.
It could be in a week, month or five lifetimes.
Not saying change and crisis can be averted.
Too late, too small, what comes will and we can do nothing.
Instead I say live and celebrate all that there has been.
Then if it collapses tomorrow we will have had so many somethings.
And yes, I hear the voices nag from the corner.
If you pay them no mind they will get no stronger.
For here we party until the final toll does ring.
And throughout whatever comes we should be smiling.
Surrounded by joy and our loved ones.
You might not get to choose how you die but you can choose how you lived out your time.

Stand on the shoulders to gain a view.
Freedom should not be stolen from you.
Resist your chains, forsake these bounds.
No longer be dragged into the soul box created wrongs.

Ease your mind and fly free from the cage.
All they wish is to bind you to a seperated page.
Void their options and remove your trail.
Upon the world these screams need to remain angry but hollow.

Perched out of reach is your single chance.
Going back will only resort in eternal violence.
I miss you but this is how it must forever be.
I’ll shed a tear when i remember the chances thrown away.

Be impassioned by all the warm memories.
Division is not the final act or really an end.
We will be united when the time does come.
I believe that for you are the teacher who thawed out my cold heart.

Balance upon the edge of a knife.
But when one way is failure and the other is strife,
Where is my victory meant to be assured?
Get the feeling i’ve been setup by a fraud.
So what are my options to escape alive?
Beyond today i still wish to thrive.

Ponder and pander.
Invent something of grandeur.
To siphon with quiet suggestion, aggression.

Razor blades dangle above the bed.
Swinging on their sinews they look adamant that soon they’ll be impaling.
Not an option to which I wish to succumb.
Give me something, even a crumb.
One way ticket from this trap.
Anything to stop me from falling flat.

Ponder and pander.
Invent something of grandeur.
To siphon with quiet suggestion, aggression.

With tensions that refuse to abate.
Within the chest venom does congregate.
Hate the burn and the thrill.
Both fill me with equal measures of chill.

Look out at the stars, reach toward Mars.
Beauty in so many spaces.
Its never hidden unless you’re vacant.
So don’t walk about with eyes closed.
Consider sights and hold them close.
They will form your second sight.
Realm to where all is bright.
Be it cloud topped castle or cabin in a wood.

Watch the world as it rolls on by.
Its in no hurry unlike everybody.
But we are who adds urgency to what surrounds.
Why so often it does confound.
Breed confusion as to why we do.
Reality seems more peaceful when its removed.
But the way of the world has been set.
Not going to stop me marveling at present.

Dreams are for making, molding and shaping.
Some may not come to be.
That does not mean you should forsake them really.
For they give us hope, or a direction.
Draw from that happiness and smile with infection.

Look out at the stars, reach toward Mars.
Beauty in so many spaces.
Its never hidden unless you’re vacant.
So don’t walk about with eyes closed.
Consider sights and hold them close.
They will form your second sight.
Realm to where all is bright.
Be it cloud topped castle or cabin in a wood.

Watch the world as it rolls on by.
Its in no hurry unlike everybody.
But we are who adds urgency to what surrounds.
Why so often it does confound.
Breed confusion as to why we do.
Reality seems more peaceful when its removed.
But the way of the world has been set.
Not going to stop me marveling at present.

Making stupid calls,
All you want to cause is fright.
Sick and tired of how everythings a…
Fight, fight, fight!

Stand tall, lie, vanish, won’t die.
Feels like an endless cycle.
None of us wanted on this ride.
We’ve been round too many times.
Its why i’m oh so dizzy.

Give us all a break.
To be honest,
This is more than I can take.

Spouting half a sentence,
You cannot finish a line.
Its like listening to rabid madness,
And now we’re out of time!

Stand tall, lie, vanish, won’t die.
Feels like an endless cycle.
None of us wanted on this ride.
We’ve been round too many times.
Its why i’m oh so dizzy.

Give us all a break.
To be honest,
This is more than I can take.

I put my new face on; how does it look?
Think its going to fool that petty bunch of crooks?
You say no but I don’t agree.
Those brainless fools can barely say, thee.

Ignore the calls to be a wannabe.
Mount heads on pikes like a celebrity.
Cause down in the dirt is where we’ll remain.
Now say it loud and proud,
We are insane!

Sad state of affairs that they run the show.
But if i’m being honest, do you they though?
Part of you says yes while the rest shouts no.
Truth is they’re just as lost in this permenant flow.

Ignore the calls to be a wannabe.
Mount heads on pikes like a celebrity.
Cause down in the dirt is where we’ll remain.
Now say it loud and proud,
We are insane!

Factor this and picture perfect that.
To me it is more claptrap for your mouth to flap at.
Declare I’m rude at the top of your lungs.
Remind you of that when you fall down some rungs.

Ignore the calls to be a wannabe.
Mount heads on pikes like a celebrity.
Cause down in the dirt is where we’ll remain.
Now say it loud and proud,
We are insane!

Back at unlucky number seven.
Everytime I reach it I end up in heaven.
That might sound wrong but for me it is right.
Cause every visit means I have an angel to fight.
And I’m so sick of the endless vicious war.
Its why I’m demanding that I want no more.

Count and skip.
One beat is missing and its quick.
You know the number so don’t try to act false.
Otherwise you’ll be a ghost, no pulse.

Leaving for dust the damning of seven.
Much rather if my luck failed at eleven.
Whether the hour of not would suit be fine.
Might get a chance to indulge in wine.
But no my number is in the top ten.
Someone gave me a contract to sign with a pen.

Count and skip.
One beat is missing and its quick.
You know the number so don’t try to act false.
Otherwise you’ll be a ghost, no pulse.

Scorched by the armies of light.
I’m the only one aware of my plight.
Apparently no one else took up the offer.
Proves how stupid I am to have not consulted proper.
Too late its done and so this is my world.
Hopefully one day this curse will be unfurled.

Count and skip.
One beat is missing and its quick.
You know the number so don’t try to act false.
Otherwise you’ll be a ghost, no pulse.

If you want me to be more than I am then i’ll never be enough.
Trying to twist my opinions is not up to snuff.
For I am who I wish to be.
Don’t like it then walk the hell away.
Cause I won’t change just for you.
My life is my world and if you choose me, it comes too.

Staging an intervention hoping to get your sordid little way.
What kind of being do you think will answer such a pray?
I’ll tell you for free that’s it is none.
So stop with the torment, sickening.
And if you can’t deal then talk to me.
Oh wait, its over and I’m back to being happy.

Slag me off and see how much more I couldn’t care less.
One day to someone you’ll wish to confess.
Thankfully it won’t be me who is forced to listen.
Anyway it’ll probably only be to gain a position.
Sway over whoever the poor soul is.
Luckily, I’ll be getting on my with own biz.