Reset my reality
Which has slowly been
Covered by my fantasy
Of hopes and possible sin.
It’s destruction of me
To a lesser degree
As I start to believe
In possibility;
And so then I receive
(in a lesser degree)
What a murderer should
For society’s greater good.

I’ve killed myself you see
With hopes of improvement
Lost in a quaint fantasy
Where I might find contentment
Beyond to shores of reality,
But I have crashed on rocky coast
And fallen in hostile hands
That are actually friendly to most
Who live in this real land;
It’s a bit of destruction
To allow reconstruction.

Break down the old walls
Crush the smallest piece of stone
And I’ll have no hallowed halls
No hiding, no refuge, no home,
It’s only a momentary pain
Where the fantasy is shed
As they roughly touch my brain
And casually reset my head.

The flowers blooming in lavender spread
Beneath a crystal blue sky of late spring
A warm flowing stream where shoes are shed
As I can listen to the song birds gently sing;
Now zapped away
Walls in halls of tiled floors of beige and brown
Where stethoscopes do now reign supreme
With echoed rubber foot falls squeaking sound,
Now reality has replaced my distorted dream.