What difference will it now make?

See it in a dream – a wisp of fantasy and a taste of the eternal. Make it happen, make it sink, make it a dream in your real.

If we have lived a lie, how may we break it? I believed, to not believe. I lived — always knowing it was wrong. Red or Blue? Take it. Deeper, deeper.

I screamed, complained, enthused with all the passion the world could muster, but the act never followed. Walk it, walk it, talk it, talk it, simmer. Smoke.

In between dreams, a tour of the matrix. Days, months, years, of another life I could never use. Time runs out, light to drought. In time it shimmers. Glows. Withers.

The seasons, they come and go. My heart in the guillotine, of a never ending summer.

Blue or Red? Take it. Deeper, deeper.

What difference will I now make?