There’s a fine line between reality and a dream.
That fine line, in which is the universe, is in-between.
So few dare to step outwards,
But those who do,
Become intoxicated with their wildest imagination,
The imagination that stops them all from returning.
The dream of love and of success is what has that tight grip on them.
People are meant to be loved and nurtured,
But for people to force themselves upon the illusion of love and success
Is a set up for disaster.
It’s human nature to feel that want in their life.
Nobody wants to feel otherwise than of that.
People were meant to be loved the way they need to be loved.
People weren’t meant to be used the way they are.
The world is an imperfect place, but imperfect is perfect.
Take an upward glance on the world.
Every single little mistake is somehow perfected to make things good.
That is why the world is here in between those lines.
It is neither perfect nor imperfect.
We’ve made the world the way it is.
The reason to change it is irrational.
We’re all be consumed by that delusional thought,
The delusional thought of self-perfectness and the necessity of the feeling: want.
The insane thought of those ideas are what make our world perfect.
Our world is imperfect for a reason; it’s designed to keep us safe from the “out-world” extremities.