The Dark Side Of The Moon

On The Run

Dreams. Of what use are they, anyhow? They're misconceptions to the impossible, the illusions to suicide. Dreaming of the past can haunt you, dreaming of nightmares will defile your spirit. Dreaming of the future...Oh, how rare that is. But thank God it's so; thank God we can't see the future; we would never be able to get out of bed. They simply tear you apart as easily as paper, and then we are all seen as pieces of paper that will be scribbled on, crumpled up, torn into pieces from the wishes that will have never left the disgusting concept of one's dizziest dreams. That very fact explodes in the mind that swims in your blood, awaiting for it to flood out of you, because that's what dreams are for. Soon, you're on the run to death. No matter how beautiful dreams are, you wake up with that explosion diminishing, your beacon of hope transforming into reality, your light of opportunity simply becoming the dim lights of the inanimate world outside your siren bells....