“The child is grown, the dream is gone.”
-Pink Floyd (Comfortably Numb)
Life has lost its meaning
We are all actors out all alone
With ever changing masks
Forgetting the faces we were born with…
We are taught to be successful
We are taught to survive
We are taught to live
Yet no one teaches us to dream.
Thus we exist with an excuse of a life
We wait for the perpetual stillness
The thick fog of silence…our only armour
Our only cloth to protect our nakedness from prying eyes
Yet we forget to dream…we relinquish our lives
In search of a better one
We continue with the show…weary actors of an outdated play
Doing the same roles for so long that we do not remember our selves
We all have philosophies
We clutch on to them as if it’s a lifeboat in a raging flood
We do not want to be washed away into the infinite abyss of nothingness
No one wants to accept the truth…no one wants to die
So we continue…
An insomniac’s dream…
Justifying our existence with petty victories
Yet we look down on those who dream…
