Delving Into The Fake History of the Future...part 1

I sleepwalk through the day
And I’m too tired
To try for the few extra copper pennies
That come with playing the clown
And stealing a smile.
Instead choosing to sleep
As I walk
And dream
As I talk
And find myself
Once more ambushed by thoughts
Of the muse,
Of you,
Of fake histories of the future.
You are the catalyst
That makes loose ends disappear
At the very least of hopes
A thought
Powerful
Enough so to get me through the nightmare
I do my best to sleepwalk through
Exhausting myself
With walking
Even in my sleep
You make me believe
That I may be
That much closer to heaven
Closer to a place I can call home
A place I can call love
In a world full of pretends
All I want is for reality to be
Pure
And for that purity
To hold some trace of you