I got tired of lavish dreams. I’m now living within lucid fabrics of reality. Forget me for who I was and let me rest in pieces. Broken soul restored by the God who is mocked by Heathens. I yell out to the world, revealing the proof beyond reason. Heaven can be a mile away. But on this day I reach its gates. My girl supporting my vision I envision. Though at times I can seem twisted, trapped in the prison. Mental captivity described in similes. An Anomaly orally giving remedies.