• If choosing the pursuit of my happiness is delusional than I am that.
    I'm like a ghost haunting every dream that sprouts like mold
    within the broken and abandoned house of what is your hopes and dreams.
    I'm so delusional and living in the contrary that living in a world that is not
    becomes an impossibility, it's non entity.
    I no longer believe in reality because it dissolves the chances of individuality.
    I believe in mundane life like atheists believe in god.
    Show me the rationality in living in mental poverty!
    Give me spontaneity and the ability to express what is within me,
    show me the possibility and certainty of a world where dreams
    are not obscenity, It's what I have already.

    If being miserable is the norm than I am like the Martin Luther King of wishes
    fighting and preaching endlessly to open eyes to a world
    that's so, if not more closed minded than people who think
    the color of your skin has any say in what kind of person you are.
    The content of your dreams have nothing to do with the reality of them.
    There is no such thing as a stupid dream.

    Even Hitler changed the world.
    Just because he had the balls to do what he thought was right
    doesn't make him wrong.
    What ever he wanted to achieve, even if he didn't achieve it completely,
    he certainly sharpie'd the hell out of history.

    Agreeing to disagree is not what I am doing.
    Unless fighting for a happier say in what is my everyday
    is counted as rebellious than
    I am like the Sex Pistols
    Pleading my audience anarchy.
    My point dearest humans
    Is that if to this wonderful world dreaming is heresy
    then make like Casanova and revel in it.