Where can you go to say the words
that you feel?
Words that don't hurt, offend,
and sugar coated slurrs that aren't real
Where can I go to feel free, whole, happy?
Where can I go that is real?
What is real? I'm real.
I breathe, I bleed, I consume.
Where do you go when you dream?
Are dreams real?
Where hopes and fears are one big picture.
It's wallet size, can't you tell?
His and Hers.
Both she and he put them in their wallets
And close it all away.
Goodbye Dreams.
Goodbye Real.
