This a a great poem for a great game that is Dream drop distance.This was written by my brother,who is also a fellow KH fan.Loved the poem so much that i decided to post it...enjoy!
Strings of time
We attempt to push and pull at the strings of time Hoping to pause it just this once Before reality disappears In this instance Our dream drop distance In the amount of distance we drop into our dreams we see ourselves Trying to remember the good Trying to forget The bad Trying to ignore The ugly For all in front of us Becomes memory As we lay ourselves to sleep We hope dreams do not seep Into nightmare Before our wake But keep us safe And put in place A version of happiness Enough to see the Savior's face To understand we are no longer in reality but within the subconscious of a religious mentor The one who forced his Beliefs on us Showed us the pseudo For all around, just like religion is cleaning the brain Washing till every concept is easy enough for everyone But for the intense thinker who is viewed as the bad one Is also the smart one? And this country makes sense This is a great country? When in our national anthem it states "the land of the free and the home of the brave" Freedom is only the ideology of the suppressed and exercised by the oppressor The only brave part to America is the few suppressed willing to speak out, willing to take action, knowing the consequences So let us shut our eyes Blind ourselves, so things seem right Drift off into the true land of freedom where anything goes Where no one is Suppressed or oppressed Where no brainwashing exist Just enlightenment A place where control is in our hands the plan, to stay here forever or as long as we can Until reality and the terrors of this world is revealed to us once again
This a a great poem for a great game that is Dream drop distance.This was written by my brother,who is also a fellow KH fan.Loved the poem so much that i decided to post it...enjoy!
Strings of time
We attempt to push and pull
at the strings of time
Hoping to pause it just this once
Before reality disappears
In this instance
Our dream drop distance
In the amount of distance
we drop into our dreams
we see ourselves
Trying to remember
the good
Trying to forget
The bad
Trying to ignore
The ugly
For all in front of us
Becomes memory
As we lay ourselves
to sleep
We hope dreams do not seep
Into nightmare
Before our wake
But keep us safe
And put in place
A version of happiness
Enough to see the Savior's face
To understand we are no longer in reality
but within the subconscious
of a religious mentor
The one who forced his
Beliefs on us
Showed us the pseudo
For all around, just like religion is cleaning the brain
Washing till every concept is easy enough for everyone
But for the intense thinker who is viewed as the bad one
Is also the smart one?
And this country makes sense
This is a great country?
When in our national anthem
it states "the land of the free and the home of the brave"
Freedom is only the ideology of the suppressed and exercised by the oppressor
The only brave part to America
is the few suppressed willing to speak out, willing to take action, knowing the consequences
So let us shut our eyes
Blind ourselves, so things seem right
Drift off into the true land of freedom
where anything goes
Where no one is
Suppressed or oppressed
Where no brainwashing exist
Just enlightenment
A place where control is in our hands
the plan, to stay here forever or as long as we can
Until reality and the terrors of this world is revealed to us once again
Let me know what you think!