A Dream Because I Cannot Live And who can in this day and age? When people run from those who give. You've had enough, your chance to say, Is over now, please go away. If you have the need to share your thoughts, First put a silver in the box. We cannot corrupt the creative mind, External voices make us blind. To the spirit world of imagination, Fantasies of alt flight transmigrations. Less the vital essence of future hope, To prove at last, she's not some dope. If the work is really good, as you say, The props support and right they should. For this one lives and sees beyond dimension, Disbelief, a true suspension. Running free without traps, or barriers, Electric chairs and air craft carriers. These prophetic dreams behind your eyes, The common only call them lies. Spend your life in this swatted realm, It cuckoos, clouds, and overwhelms. The senses end and soon they dull, The mind grows wild, an ancient bull. Creative life is so invested, Forever never none becomes infested. Now fairies, devils, beasts and angels, Flood the mind from all fantasia. Dedicated stides to find illusion, Age unto death, in the land of delusion. They told me, follow your dreams, But where did they go? To the creative paradise or the aphasic, Confused, serotinous, lost picture show?