The only reason people die, is because EVERYONE does it. You all just go along with it.
It's RUBBISH, death. It's STUPID. I don't want nothing to do with it. ↗
I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall ↗
What win I if I gain the thing I seek?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy? ↗
I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering throught the dreams; and the dreamer will wake, and wonder why this dream seemed different, wonder how real their lives can truly be ↗