The
world spins about,
Reality
faces the Dream,
The
close friend versus
The
beautiful stranger.
Convince
me
Love
and Reality are one,
Or let
the other win:
Love as
powerful imagination.
Teach
me
To let
my heart beat for Real,
Or let
it lie still:
Love
lies in the brain.
Show me
The
loving touch of another,
Her
warmth filling my soul,
Her
fingers running through my hair.
Dream's
touch is cold,
Like
that of a ghost,
But she
promises everything
With
her distant gaze.
It's
strange
To
think them at odds.
Like
Fire and Ice,
Opposites
but not quite equals.
The
coldest cold
Is that
which lacks heat.
The
hottest heat
Is the
most extreme abundance.
I have
always loved Fire,
And
hated nothingness,
So
somehow...
The
Real outweighs the Dream.
-Zero
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