Requiem for a dreamers

What are we supposed to change in?
Not another dream, not next disgrace.
Weak up and live real life,
Be as another million of undreamers.
Geting out of own head will lead you to the truth,
Standing nowhere is cowardly.
What we are supposed to be?
Boring picture without real subject,
Without live and prize,
Just one of the countless pictures,
That are hanging on the life's wall.
Why the opening of eyes will make us real?
Who really is convinced in untruth?
Life is a mixture of beings,
Everyone have his own way,
If someone wants to be a dreamer,
Why another one try to break his mind?
Getting in and making laundry,
Crushing emotional signatures.
Once destroyed thought will never recover.

Pein