This Is Dreaming.

so life takes low blows,
but throws in the towel when it gets to messy
some kind of screwed sense of mutual respect
If i remixed the reality of this
would you dance to it?
or would you bash the DJ for all the skipped beats?
for me, my dreams like some kind of contagious disease
spreading like wild fire,
burning out the minds of everyone around me
down under we need the fire to survive
the heat released the seed
like my dreams release the potential in those i keep close to me

chasing down someone to blame for all the shitty things.
but a kiss for those who keep me dreaming.

"speaker! speaker! speak to me!"