Connecting to Reality

<font face=verdana> Sometimes I have to remember that I cannot live the dream I live in Sometimes I wish I had the ability to face the world as it is Instead of wandering around in an impossible fantasy that I had devised Fairy tales aren't real They're screwed and as twisted as an indestructible cyclone My memory seems to only remember the happier times Though deep in my soul I can also relive the tragic moments of despair The mask over my pale face has always seemed to shield me from the real world But somehow it had faded To show everything and anything in front of me The depressing pit of destruction of which I can never escape I realize how many priceless seconds I had wasted Dreaming of a clear prosperity Instead of facing the horrible hurricanes in front of me The problems I could have fixed The difference I could have made in the world And now I realize That life is the dangerous but seemingly eternal gutter of hatred The gutter of hatred I could have brought back to life The gutter of hatred that could have been turned into my fantasy</font>