Every dream the mind gathers up runs away within time. What is perceived as truth turns into nothing but a lie. Living for the future is a premeditated failure. Only a way to say the present is not what is desired. Dream of a better place of time, a future where everything is in the right order. Yesterday disappeared, today will lose its meaning, and tomorrow is an unsure promise. The demons inside love to manipulate what is to come. Dream that everything will be the way desired later in life and the disappointment will follow. Expectations destroy. Assumptions take away the true essence of one’s uniqueness. Telling someone how their future needs to turn out is wasted effort. Destiny brings the unknown. Fate brings what is meant to be. Change is as inevitable as air. Every second holds a different meaning. Time will never slow down. The light will come and is stalked by the dark. Time revolves upon those two aspects. This world was meant to be seen with open eyes, yet, the most sense comes within the closed. Within the night, the real becomes the fake and the fake becomes the real. There is no difference within a dream. All of them are either pursued or erased. Pursuing them brings regretful failure. Erasing them holds unknown success. Essentially, dreaming takes one nowhere. A wasted effort that is embedded in the genes. That is why many people are still alive. If there was no hope for the forthcoming life, no one would live. If there was hope was the future, no one would die. However, that is only true on the first happening of dreaming. Once the acceptance of letdown in the mind sinks in, life’s infamous meaning dissolves. There is no meaning to live when the hopes of the future are not there. The past is but a dead dream, the present is but a dying dream, and the future is but a undead dream.
