Beaten down, dreams almost fadedSeeking salvation from where he not knows
Others are calling knowing his fate
Lunging for reality
Lunging for reality
Lunging for reality they all go away
All go away
Visions repaired, faith restored
Minds are cleaned and peer through the door
Grasping and clawing, dirt underneath
Escape has begun, being broken is done
Lunging for reality
Lunging for reality
Lunging for reality they all go away
All go away
Visions not done, a swirling pain
Tortured and painful, living out the truth
Locked inside is a painful youth
Lunging for reality they all go away
4 comments:
This was with the barbed-wire shot on flickr? It's a brave piece, Mark. Evocative, for me at least, of the loneliness of taking a different path. I hear the strength that comes from leaving the not-so-good behind, but a degree of regret for the fun it used to be. (I am projecting myself on your words, so your results may vary.)
Oh. I found it below. Duh.
Thanks Mike. You hit pretty close to home. I think this is something a lot of people deal with on some level. Most push it aside while others struggle.
Damn good words, Mark.
I wonder if anything is real. We've all come so used to pushing electrons around the world, it has become our connection to what we perceive as reality ... or our escape from it.
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