The gaze fixed on a distant goal in an imaginary future
Rooted in a past, merely a memory
Attached to nostalgia
Or terror
Distracted from an imaginary now
The direction is – escape
From a place where everything seems unbearable
Wrong
Out of order
Escaping and distraction keep you alive
In your fabricated reality
From your fabricated reality
At any cost, you want to preserve, conserve, continue
The dream you became so familiar with
The dream is you
And the others
You cannot allow your dreams to end
You need to survive
Whatever you think, it is truth and it is not
The limitation of thought, of the imagined world, perception, interpretation
It freezes you
Something has to be done
Stillness is torture, you need to run, you need to act, you need to be free
Obsessed to fix and hold onto what faces its collapse
So you can continue weaving the illusion
Of you
And a world you take for granted
For real
Facing fear with control,
To avoid the unknown
Your choice, but there’s none
The war is inside your head
In an imaginary future, it seems to end
In an imaginary past, all was better
Or worse
When you just do the right thing
Everything will be good again
Awaiting a better life
Another life
Postponing happiness
On escape
You cling to it
Cling to your imaginary free will
Identity
Giving you lessons in resistance
Humiliating you
The hope you can survive
That your dreams come true
It’s all in your head
You cannot reach beyond imagination
You are imagination
The world is imagination
Volatile creatures of the mind
You can be whatever you want
But you are not
And all of this
Is it