To Dream or Not to Dream: a parody
To dream or not to dream-- that is the question.
Whether tis pertinent to endure reality,
And remain within logic,
Or to be enveloped by delightful fantasy,
And, by surrendering, avoid harsh truth.
To awake, to swim within an ocean of deceit--
No more-- and by awakening to say we visualize
The honest brutality of the real world
That withholds us in its claws--
‘Tis a devastation
I do not wish to discover.
To dream, to imagine
To fantasize, possibly too much.
Yes, that is the flaw,
For imagining permits distortion
When we are retreating from Life’s vicious factual basis
Must halt our progress to ponder.
There’s the venom
That poisons the sweet savour of dreams.
For who desires the stress of actuality,
The earth’s hurried pace,
The pragmatist’s deafening speech,
The potent sting of Jealousy,
The ravenous bite of Depression,
The ceasless throb of Heartbreak,
And the inescapable death
That the Reaper engraves for Fate
When he too might dare dream
Of an existence other than his own?
Who would echo the world’s turbulent candor,
To stagger and stumble along Flesh and Blood’s journey
But that the scarce beautiful remenants of glee may fade,
The forgotten realms that have disappeared which
The ramparts barricade
While we wallow in a distant haze
Fabricating complex webs of myth
Rather than discerning fact from fiction?
Thus the deep ravine of actuality does weave coarse threads within us all,
And thus the zest of dreaming
Is defiled by rancid realization
And radiant visions of magical beings
With this regard are purged
And recede to give way to tangible life.
© caspershay