The Real World Part 2

We are the characters we play in our

real lives

And stranger things happen

When the world is in the midst

Of a chaos that was thrown down

Many years ago...

And many years ago

The world was thrown down!

For this is a wondrous thing, right?

The salt of the earth has fallen down!

Intensely it derails all memories

I tell you

This may be a story of dreams

Behold the stranger things

Coming to get me,

For my heart is made of stone!

And if you crack it open

There is a soul in there,

For my soul is your soul

All the time,

And flowers begin to rot

In the midst of this town

And many people have seen

These flowers bloom,

And my life is planned

Yet the future holds

Such flowers...

Such evasive flowers ruin my heart!

And such things we see at night

Have no meaning

Yet I am a victim of disillusion!

Such things in the world are a mystery,

A mystery I can't conceive...

Such pretty flowers roam all day

In a forest of green

And I wonder what the meaning is...

Show me the Christmas lights

That spare no riddles

Show me love

That is real,

For the real world is cruel and

dismantled

I want to die in this place

Behold the wayward flowers

That have turned me cold...

For there are tears in my eyes

That aren't real,

For there is a hole outside of my house

I wonder if I can crawl through it

For the real world shall begin

And I shall no longer feel like the victim.

Do you want to bind me in your garden?