Dreams are an awful thing,

Mice of Men livin' on fantacy.

Can't end well, only die brutally. 

Ignorance is bliss 

only when the alternative is this 

reality.

Which way will fare the best? 

It is hard to say

Suppose one must pick thier poison 

and lay in the bed they made.

Dreamers ride the rollercoaster. 

Realists sit on the merry-go-round.

It is easy to ride life on the highs 

but awful, crashin to the ground. 

The constant circle is simply mundane.

It does not inflict any less pain.