Reality is but a waking dream
When opening your eyes and yawning
Remember things are not as they seem
What’s in your sight is not what you deem
Just simply what your senses are spawning
Reality is but a waking dream
Colors and pixels colliding in steam
Close your eyes a new dawn is dawning
Kicking and screaming in a dream
We are all walking the invisible beam
Over gold and silver fawning
Reality is but a waking dream
Through it all with eyes closed we careen
From under God’s great awning
Kicking and screaming in a dream
And in the end and all that’s ever been
To this conclusion it’s been drawing
Kicking and screaming, in a dream
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