Reality Dreams

I awoke to a dream world, so I
stood upon the mountaintop screaming insanities.

Day old ramen tastes just like new.
Place your lips against mine to suck out
my soul.
Is it fate, you and I?
Has destiny played a part in our unification?
Only fools perpetuate such lines of questioning.
For in the end, it is the what that matters.
The why stands by itself in the corner wearing a dunce cap.

He who dons the crown of impunity
bears not the true title of a king.
Noble men seek not righteousness or damnation,
but BALANCE.
The scale of life has always been subject to relativity.
As the speculative scope expands or contracts,
the so-called 'standards' of life all follow suit.

Have you ever even considered that this
so-called 'reality' in which we spend
our puny lives might not be real?
What is it that makes you so sure that
when you lay down your head at night upon your
mighty pillow, you aren't entering reality?

Reality, as we call it, is a perception stamped
into our brains by auster cookie cutter manifesto.
Perhaps there is a reason dreams are always
foggy once you leave their realm.
In our pathetic state of existence,
our brains lack the capability to interpret
more than three planes simultaneously.
In other words, we see in three dimensions
that have been dubbed height, width, and depth.
Maybe our daylight perceptions of our nighttime
explorations are limited by these three dimensions.
Maybe, just maybe, that other world is a
four dimensional world, and that's why we fail to
percieve its true reality.

Thought.  They say it exists in the wrinkles of our brain.
The older and wiser we are, the more wrinkles we possess.
The skin appears to mirror this process.
There are, however, people in life who would wish to
run an iron over your cerebrum.
Beware such advocates of oblivion.

Greatness penetrates the darkness
imbued upon the souls of the damned.
Those who imitate greatness may never
defeat par.
The perpetual truth ticks and tocks
in rhythm unshaking:
"Has thou seen him who emanates greatness?
That is one who dines with kings of individuality.
If thou wish similar stature upon thyself,
thou must personify blazing innovation.
For, those who are great were cut not from
the same cloth as other kings,
but from a material unique to each entity of greatness."

The constant conformity can prove difficult at times.
Some stand petrified in terror from their
percieved anxieties of individuality.
Fear not the embarrassment of failure,
but the consequences of maintained quiesence.
There exists an ever-looming danger to free-thought
in today's society.  One wrong move,
and you could wind up mentally scarred for life.
So ask yourself: are you feeling lucky?

My mind had finished its rest, so I climbed down
from my mountaintop and slept back to reality.