Daydream

I close my eyes and above me appears a cloud of smog
And a perfectly straight highway going nowhere but destiny
The sides holds infinite cracks and deep pot holes
The colour is in poor shape and is of the saddest grey
With nothing else I can do, no other choice I can make
I am forced to walk this broken road of hopeless reality

I come to a river tainted with industrial filth
Between the jagged edges of rusty shopping carts
The waves they curl white and gain dangerous speeds
The bridge that defeats this river doesn’t look very victorious
The concrete is long passed hopeless and has begun to dissolve
And as I walk across I swear it moves down an inch

After I cross the bridge I can see a white house about a kilometre out
As I pass it I can see the white paint is covered by mud stains
The windows are broken and the boards are slipping
I sense no life inside all I can sense is beauty has died

Just outside the house I see a key
The key is the only thing good thing in this so called dream
It has not a single scratch and across it reads luxury
As if I couldn’t have guess I swear it’s not bronze but gold
Though temptation I place the key down
This key opens someone else’s destiny

Within an hour my walk comes to an end
My path is blocked my road is cut off by a barrier of realization
In front of me lies a brick wall taller than I will ever reach
I can't see the state of the road beyond it or even if there are any people
All I can see is its sky, perfect blue with the beautiful sun it shines
Though the sun’s rays warm me I reject them quickly
For the feeling of love, of content would only drive me to hate my reality the more
I realize everything this wall means, everything it stand for
And the answer is quiet simple, blue sky’s don’t belong to me