Craving A Dream / Foraging In The Dark

Finding something you can't perceive at all.
That takes a lot of faith in that something huh?

What's the cliche? People say to follow your dreams. Some say so, but they actually don't apply it in their lives. Trying to press upon you the remnants of their own broken dreams.
And by the way, shards hurt.

Well sometimes we were brought up to not have a dream, to follow everything the elders say.
That's right Frank, lawyer is in your blood. No blowing your obscenely big Tuba until you've read these cases.
Or maybe we don't really know what we want to do because we can't find that elusive passion/interest. Then we wonder what's the point of learning too much of something we don't really know if we need or want to know.
Maybe this evokes certain feelings of regret or nostalgia.
Maybe we miss being kids, ignorant and innocent, running free and happy on open expanses of green plains and majestic thrones of forest and ice with the wisps of the sky dancing in the distance.
Those kids are still in those empty shells waiting to emerge and revive the hollow creatures they laid dormant in.
But shame, those green plains only exist in dreams now.
And dreams are dying.

Nothing corporeal exists in the mist of the unknown.
Only illusions, shadows, incantation beings and eerie voices.
And so many are afraid to forage.
Perhaps afraid of what they might find.
Truth is truth.
But sometimes, truth bites.

And it hurts a lot at the best of times.