Dream

To see the fake, Some thing non-existent, To see nothing here. I'd rather be happy, Then strive in the Destructive land, To doom all others for Selflessness. If you find yourself Lying on the White soft bed, Near the yellow lively fire, Then your free. Free yet far away, No shield to stop you now, Fly yet glide. And if you happen to see, Why it is we dream, Speak, By all means.