Dreamscape

Written by Derrick Thompson

April 16, 2014

It was all a dream (2x)

No way to intervene with the scenes

This dimension of dreamscape

Caught between the fabric

A graphic screenplay

What Freud guessed of wishes

Subconscious mentions

Whispers of what could be

When we learn to listen

Through the~ curtain of fear

As we pass it, made clear

The root of a passion

Imagined, laid bare

Context of the heart

Content gets mixed up

We finish near the start

Nonsense gets picked up

Reason goes elusive

AWOL, cryptic

Visions skip from inconclusive

To quite specific

All the while, we observe

Sometimes get pulled in

So close to be denied

No control, a full spin

Hook:

Even as we guess about our own existence

Our minds play games in passive resistance

I lay me down exhausted

In constant tension

Haunted by these despondent traditions

(yeah)

Vrs2:

Our approach to the canvas

Is openhanded

Realization to nightmares

Leave us stranded

Decisions to drop us right where

We feel abandoned

Against fears that won’t fight fair-

Underhanded

So much in this life

We can’t take for granted

Kindness and gratitude

Love, enchantment

The quality of time

It’s rapid passing

Intelligent design

Consequence of actions

Relationships~ built and destroyed

By choice

Affiliations split when we employ

Our voice

Just a hostage of dreamscape

Trying to find if

We’ll ever really see straight

Although we’re reminded

How fragile life is

That time is priceless

Active designs to

Keep us all divided

Should unity be achieved

The need for war

Could be relieved through peace

But that’s a dream for sure

We check out the landscape

For smoking markers

Question mandates

As it’s growing darker

The compass rotates

While we’re standing still

The hammer falls on the anvil

That’s how ya feel

Brdg:

Even as we stress about our tribulations

Who really sees oppurtunity’s visitations

Lost to innovation, who drowned in greatness

Subject to an agenda carried out in patience

(yeah)

Vrs 3:

Through all attempts to make sense

Those who come from the labrynth

Ascend to understanding their own entrapment

Only blessed with fragments

The path’s erratic

In active REM, the visions enigmatic

It’s tragic~ how some men lose themselves in passion

While others find traction despite distraction

The range covers madness to full compassion

And the change is revealed in their thoughts and actions

Trapped~ in an age ~ Some can’t see beyond it

Foolish pride won’t respond when

The whole mind falls in

The cage becomes a trap, a pitfall, a snare

To condition apathy until that thought is shared

In despair, the slave always longs to be free

But choices are shaped, that mindstate ain’t easy

The rewards are offset and the race is rigged

Observation alone should comply with this

To cease and desist, just accept the profile

Study is worthwhile to find why we’re reviled

This unspoken dialogue is a curse ~ I’ll call it

A psychological art practiced til polished

In vanity, promoted to defy your sanity

Of equality, a policy to strip humanity

Of unity, all the pretexts fall historically

In giving some men the sense of inferiority

Majorities and minorities

But death won’t segregate

Despite men’s attempts to separate

Don’t hesitate to elevate

Walk and see straight

And keep yaself safe from the fears of dreamscape

For real!!