A requiem, requiem of a dream
Have you ever heard of a song?
Deep.
Slithering in your veins.
Maybe it’s just a song.
Empty.
But reality defies the root.
The song that keeps playing.
Looping.
Voices. Grunts. Illusions.
He who hears the song.
Perceives.
A song never understood.
No eyes sees it
No ear hears it
No nose smells it
No sense knows it
It’s a song.
Remember.
A requiem, requiem of a dream.
