A dream controlled

A journey written in rhyme.

written to a hip hop beat :). This ones quite old but one of my favourites.  I hope it does for you what it still does for me :). 

The waking life (is) a dream controlled

Those sleepless nights bleeding sweat beads til ya can't see they roll from your mind as you breathe deep, 

cant speak, chest don't feel right feels tight then you Realize your beaming hard out as balls of squishy light 

and I don't mind let alone have one I'm not leaving alive and s***s alright plus none just pure intention 

manifests a matter of guests not a matter of being rich poor or less its out and impressed with matter both 

thinner and fatter where well dressed is the best dress to impress, this mess best be left to the best left just to 

test if we've any invest left, best to test this mess, we can force a confession, burn and suppress or turn the 

mistakes of this lesson then learn and accept whatever left us messed up and unimpressed a mess left with 

intense stress an excess most immense , so we march on to quest the secrets to living life being happy and 

becoming death transcending and life resurrecting til the days we can close our eyes and truly rest 

so until the Frey's request we rage forward like souls possessed 

burning fast to light the path soaking in flames of a life force repressed, coping, more then hoping, it's a 

mechanism, a lifestyle living life while dealing both smiles and stress and all styles of heavy rhythms all while 

pushing the limits forcing the pivots of both more and less, now through these lessons Iv been both the king 

and the peasants, barefoot crossing desserts and now that Im leadin the days, the ways I'm headin will 

exceed brain exhibits, Inhibit thought limits til there's no minute where there's the same expectations and 

expansion with you innit, trancendin thoughts for I will to see my sisters and brothers used for more than just 

sport as they're born in a world with both a hell and a heaven where your constantly taught instead of spendin 

eternity making amends for all your misguided intentions, your incentives, the prevent mental, stand aside the 

centres, find time in-between the seconds, elation releasing patience lying on course sands the mind 

emancipation sinking into the earth with no forced hands how much time can you hold until you fold inline to 

some gentle masturbation instead you just waste lives, just excessive possession, and then question the 

depression frustration and enraging aggression just silly obsession, time to appreciate else the mind will 

deviate left confused unable to think , a slippery state, meta cognition invisible battles are often the hardest 

ones faught to think about thinking about thoughts, true expression is a free constant that has no need for 

confession, and you haven't lost it, and until you'v got this your mind patterns will be a prison so learn to listen 

and until you inline with your minds eye and it becomes you and your surroundings a perfect circle is all your 

thoughts are aloud so brings escape depends ends only in pain, so be proud without any cause for the action 

leaves broken interaction a lousy impression so your mission, is to learn to feel so for now keep running as 

your cunning is the one thing that might keep your mind from stressin make you reflect give a bit of 

introspection, so run through your mind maze, count the days, sittin on the ground only pays when digressin 

for shaping the mind ways but for now 

Until your living the days 

With all your intentions

Trapped your mind stays

Counting not sand but seconds 

a clock which tick tocks with a mind bending sound which only gets louder and the time never changes no 

numbers on faces just endless direction, finite increments measuring infinite incidence will be the only 

implements you'll have to make a life with you living within coincidence, so for now, dont look for direction, just 

move, learn teach and listen 

else within a timeless clock is where you'll stay, no distance, just incessant insistence tick tocking your mind 

away, 

Until the day your living with change, Instead of running away 

Remember 

Only to yourself you need to give a confession, make amends and leave good impressions

So apologize to yourself 

Or in time your mind stays chained to clocks that don't change

Until your minds pain makes or breaks as you either die or embrace release tension or a tight spaced prison 

is where you'll die eternally without livin no point stressin, just move, or trapped inside you is where you'll stay 

til you've learnt your fkn lesson