Beyond Reality

What is my existence but a clouded dream?
Unsure of everything around me
Unsure of what is true reality
With my artist ability, I claim everything I need
Beyond beauty, beyond laughter?
Is life anything more than momentary simplicity
And does it need to be?

We are all lost ships sailing nowhere significant
Looking for the Northwest Passage
To take handfuls of spice and greed
Virtues we blindly triumph so heavily
But in the end what do we really need?
But In the end who are really we?

They’re goals means nothing
Because really who was King Menes?
These virtues they praise are like walls
So they don’t have to look in front of them
And face what they see as an ugly reality
But why not accept and then move on
Only then can we create existence into beauty

Because I can’t imagine anything more perfect
Than rolling around in a flower bed, in Mongolia with my soul mate
1000 miles away from everything
Spending all of our hours in each other’s eyes, basking
Only then will I be truly happy and at peace
Only then will I be able to look beyond reality