~Dreamsake

>˚º˚< Stuck In A Fishbowl, Jammin' To The Disco Beat >˚º˚<

Escape the confines of your reality. Jam to the mellowly futuristic pace of neo-techno jazz with a splash of electric guitar and a keyboard duet between Chopin and Stevie Wonder. Livin' in a music box never sounded so sweet until that first moment of turning gears and chiming lullabies of memories flooding your brain burst the dam that kept those evolved senses from reaching beyond assumed capabilities.

Limits are just barriers keeping you from reaching the threshold of completed dreams and basking in its content glow. Overcome those barriers with a flick of the ego; a blooming of self-confidence and assurance into the flower whose sweet, intoxicating scent is meant for no other beings' existence but your own to indulge within.

Wanna do something new for a change? Go over to a psychiatrist and ask him how he feels. Then hand him an IOU and walk off. Why? Because 'a penny for your thoughts' just won't pay the bills, my friend. Get a new profession.

This is a troublesome world nowadays, but I hardly doubt a strict time-out and good scolding will make it change its ways. Maybe a restriction of certain things, like war, drugs, pollution and pointless conflicts will improve its attitude. Or perhaps better influences, and teaching it to accept those for who they are, and not judge by what's on the outside.

Makes ya wish that people were made of glass, huh? Then there would be no choice in judging by looks if you can see right through them. Of course, some people already break easily, so perhaps something more resourceful. Like plastic. Clear plastic. Yeah, that would work.

Have you ever noticed that a clock is very talkative? It always has something to say. But the something is always the same thing. "Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock." And even if you take away the "tick", it never stops tocking. Tock, tock, tock, tock, tock. Never lets ya get a word in edgewise. Rude little things, even if they do give you the time of day whenever you ask.

If this is making any sense to you, I'm glad. Now could you be so kind as to explain this madness? No, on second thought, I don't think you can. One's life is like an unwritten book; never finished, and have plenty more chapters to write before you're published. Might wanna go check the index and tell yourself what's in the future for the next story, but the ink might run when you're young. Then you'll have to catch yourself another dream.