yo we’re seein, seein, seein the better days, we hip hop it up and blaze when we’re see in the better days we complain about why there gotta be so much haze but hip hop it up and blaze when we’re see in the better days seein, seein, seein the better days, we hip hop it up and blaze when we’re see in the better days we complain about why there gotta be so much haze but hip hop it up and blaze when we’re see in the better days Learned the news of my aunt from my dad 3 days before, So I packed up my bags and took the train to kenosha's platform, Wore a suit and grimmest lips cause naw this was no freeform, Instead we all look sad and mope about we transform. Now my aunt was a good lady but she smoked like a chimney, I used to be like her can you bum me one yeah gimme, But then my friends taught me someone out there actually cares, So I quit but smoke weed I guess it’s better than squares also hella frustrated while I'm standing at the funeral, Cause my grandma's looking sad and to me that is unusual, Wanted to comfort her but didn't know what to say, Especially after the deads son shows up an he's way more than blazed, Stumbling around like he doesn't know what he's gonna do, a mad cockatoo that’s spewing his ish in every room, Afterwards we head to the grave and put the casket in the ground, I remember picking it up to know that life has a turnaround, and I used to be the class clown but right then I was feelin down, Bring me back to the studio man I just need to write this down, And knock my head to music's sound, but I was walking my way back, When some guy told me gimme your money or you'll get jacked, Wracked my brains cause I was panicked and wanted to find an exit, But I was cornered by what I would call a modern day bandit, I saw the flash of silver, blade so sharp it'd be easy to drill ya, So I gave him my 20 bucks and said it's cool man I feel ya, The point here being that you're gonna have some bad days, But until you rob somebody you're seein the better days. seein, seein, seein the better days, we hip hop it up and blaze when we’re see in the better days complain about why there gotta be so much haze we hip hop it up and blaze when we’re see in the better days seein, seein, seein the better days, we hip hop it up and blaze when we’re see in the better days complain about why there gotta be so much haze we hip hop it up and blaze when we’re see in the better days

hybrid high bred philosophy if I don’t wanna stay in one spot I just wanna wander free and wonder me top nominee for wannabe rapper in the world know people like “he’s so white it makes my hair curl” feel the surge the eruption, bring on the conduction people so surprised it’s like an alien abduction but while I’m in my wanderlust I trust that my future has a fate my own interpretation don’t wanna let that fade but get faded to help coast from coast to coast como te yamas bitches? I’m the bitch with the most anger pent up, raise my glass for a toast to the future stand up and write my raps still a ghost. you see through me? I see straight through you. you ain’t no homie get over yourself, get a clue hop to it kangaroo, skippin to your leu put this into your own context to help you figure your own shit out while I spit it from paper hope you all enjoy being closer to me then my neighbor Say the things you say tomorrow could be your last so praise the day then fade away and while we are here may as well philosophize think about what wanders in front of our eyes Say the things you say tomorrow could be your last so praise the day then fade away and while we are here maybe as well philosophize think about what wanders behind our eyes traveled through europe with my grandma after high school she’s taken me to places that made me higher than nyquil and gave me perspective, family vacations many times were where I felt introspective and I wrote my deepest songs outside I’m here but on the inside I’m gone and looking back to when I was the kid with headphones on sitting in the front of the class with palms up pleading got bad grades till college gave that the unseating and I started getting A’s, spelling out hoorays got my gaze set on writing till the end of my days and there’s a plethora of topics for me to converse and add bar on top of bar for to contribute a verse company want to know what my verse will be? I tell em fuck the corporations handing out our information for the nations peoples supposed security? truly brutal thing to be completely honest so lemme down one or two of these gin and tonics blanket surveillance in an unnecessary evil we’re not all terrorists most of us are just people when you collect everything it’s like a needle in a haystack one important text amidst a squibble squabble playback and infringes on our freedoms set down by the men who are on our damn money, just like God where’s he been (ben)? frankly I can’t take another single moment knowing my life could be under the feet of giants five eyes look em up/ maybe call em tyrants how’re we supposed to wander free when we fear all but silence? Say the things you say tomorrow could be your last so praise the day then fade away and while we are here may as well philosophize think about what wanders in front of our eyes Say the things you say tomorrow could be your last so praise the day then fade away and while we are here maybe as well philosophize think about what wanders behind our eyes

Scribble scabble randomness onto paper like your mentor But the more you think about it the more you think of what it’s meant for cantankerous endeavors, the scaling of a tower where each letter is a brick laid down by a scour archers on high drawing bows, but will they shoot? Probably, but they’ll miss though, and you’ll keep gripping emphatically, radically, you alter words bureaucratically decode the news around you that’s sporadically spewing vanity lucidity to me needs a new definition one that’s written at the hands of moral deposition recognize though that not a damn thing changes every single day they hits all ages for ages trapped in mental cages, created through hiatus of trickery from staying informed, hope it’s not contagious a dunce cap adorned, to late though you’re stormed by the arrows, the moment before so special that you felt like a pharaoh. You’re hit and fall/ sometimes we die/ but those of us who live’ll/ feel that to the marrow not for lack of brains, I’m calling up the scarecrow ask him how many times did you feel dumb, before you finally got it right and then you forced a thrum that shatters paradigms, he could walk and stuff himself not get stuffed by a man who’d crippled mental health it’s still 24/7, nearly thirteen damn years after 9/11 we wonder “why is there hell in our only real heaven?” answer: 24 hour tele-news infection rise in inflection here it in their voice it’s like a helium injection cut life into sections note each piece but stay wary of objections followed by reflections things you read before are a matter of inspection of the inner self what do you care about what can you do to help see morality isn’t a thing that’s tossed amongst the struggle it’s a constant judging of your actions in this world and when you’re being fed poor or wrong information your compass is broken got no way of navigation floating stories up above the ones that really matter justin beiber’s more important than finding out the answers? to why there are wars, murder, things worthy of attention see a company went down and my grandpa lost his pent ion why the held’d that happen got need for investigation? promises broken leaving us a broken nation US is ranked 46th in press freedom so you can either stay quiet or cry out and join a legion.

I heard the first girl from my high school passed away the other day even though I despised that school it hit me in the heart like a perfect ballet didn’t know her well but it had forced a well to swell up inside of my eyes and spill over the sides cause another life was extinguished by a useless massacre of veins too many people out there layin in a daze for days revisualize the pain they felt, dealt a bad hand and now they try to curb the belt bring me keplar cause when dead we’ll all ride comets hell we’ll be them as well as everything else, no need for garments this is what I imagine as I close my eyes at night hope you live it when you’re gone even though it’s out of site at the moment but there is a curtain on life and there is something else there whether we’re just data in computers or organic it’s fair to have your own opinions it’s what will make us strong but never let your guard that is on yourself down we can all lose control and feel the pressure or the weight and once you’re at that point no more self magistration maybe even dealing with a little legislation life is difficult but in the end we pull through be the needle to the cloth that keeps together you don’t give in to the days in any way and keep your cool. been asked a lot about my thoughts on a so called afterlife I’m like why you worried man you’re on this right now focus rite same time I rap about death so much I should be crucified but these days we do that to ourselves then call it suicide mental health still stigmatized so much in these united states how are we united when opposites what we demonstrate I walk down the street with a smile to no returns and everyone is ice cold so why do I feel burned up inside everyone is afraid to look at you or make eye contact, all because of some anxiety we stare ahead we’re super glued what happened to propriety? miss the days I could play and when I bought my parents lies to me but grew up to realize lies are a thing that had hardened me funny man just killed himself robin was a star to me movies part of growing up contributing to who many are so many that you could probably call it a repertoire art is part of what a society needs to blossom honey bees to the flower we sometimes tend to squash em we can also squish ourselves in the process of becoming great doesn’t matter what it’s in cause life is a chess game and if you go down the wrong path you experience checkmate hit so hard we hear a moan when it finally cracks the breastplate but you can go down the right road and still hit a dead weight it’s at that point many turn to other ways to placate so we’ve got two people here the first one she died too young the second lived a good chunk of his days and then finally decided that he wanted to be done and I don’t wanna go either way give me every single breath that my body can take in before inevitable death where we go none of us know no control in that respect but while here I try to take it all in with no neglect nobody is perfect, but just try not to deflect things in this life that matter; music, people, intellect.

A man with his head gravitated toward the stars seminars to discern from their spacial reservoirs and he looked through that scope every night taking notes so anecdotal eventually there came some men in overcoats what have you been hiding, where is the alien we’ll tear this whole place apart including your cranium you may as well tell us, huh, huh, no then come with us and then scientist left with no scuffle, no fuss kicking out the vent the alien crawled to her feet leapt toward the toward and yelled something out, into the air of empty going back inside frantic she drew up some plans you could see the panting miming in her shaking little hands anything though for the man she had pledged colonization bring humanity into the galactic era of civilization no easy task now, this whole place destroyed even running they were on track for another decade more with no choice though she must start it all now phase one of operation immersion like a canal typing commands into the computer the house began to shake a missle silo in new york city it’s honestly what it looked like but no explosion from it but a riptide of blue light lightsaber of earth that only stopped at a satellite that wasn’t human still their laws are all the same as newtons every species that evolves is gonna have it’s own ruins own duality noose that loosens from all of it’s uses own muses, own way to find it’s solutions that only ever rise from contusions so beam me up scotty, even if it means seclusion desolation on mars for most of us is a beautiful illusion (alien voice) we’re sending the ships, we’ll coordinate ourselves around the hostile planet and attempt to communicate with them though many may still not understand for many eons to come for they are a young species if they remain hostile however, I’m sorry, they’ll have to be put down scientist being led swiftly into a government building looking on with longing a calling that almost left his mouth frothing when seeing orbs connect, with a hue from given silos gyroscopic, myopic, his consciousness did a backflip walking into the cold hallway painted a crude dark blue it made him shrink into himself and appear quite shrewd now scared the doctor begins to spew to the men at his arms who were also actually at arms with me and you black suits, black shades, black shoes, clean shaven too tells those who have kept him captive that the beacon is active and as the ships like planet breaks defend on atmosphere every city in the world scatters just like roaches do in fear cause the lightbulb is on, they could no longer hide things internet age is raging reason it’s called an information highway only logic for people was scatter, they were kept in the dark fuckers new, decided to take out every single possible nark to the public so instead of the truth we sat, got muddles statement and armed ourselves to blow all of the aliens to vapors the internet came, but the infection was set in for all of us in this not so alternate future dimension I command your attention to this story of tension politics, drama, and a certain amount of ascension.

I was having a hard time believing that anybody could love me matter of factly/ it was scary had my self in a rut of self deprecating stuffing couldn’t see clearly and nothing was right hated my reflection my own sight it made me sick but with some might you can pull yourself out of any situation that you have to kick though the fight is never alone but a lot of times that might be how it feels many clutching for steering and simply hoping against those hydroplaning wheels life feels like a cascade but apparently it really makes it that much better sharing it with someone else wish it a familiar feeling but no/ so here’s an open letter dear humanity, I love you all, and I hope one day that we can all get along that’s just me sounding less like a rapper more like a miss universe con-test-aunt “I just want world peace,” she many times sputters into the microphone girl keep on preaching I think most of us want for the whole world to feel like a home in a universal sense I guess that everything is, unfamiliar bits, but all is one and one is all so pick up and smell the flowers and gently put down the gun we’re all sick of being scared/ and all of earth is driving forward together signed myself and those who agree with the words that’ve been put down on this paper. I said I was having a hard time believing that anybody could love me matter of factly so i just rode with the beat met you all on the other side and now I know love exactly.

capital conditions under invincible scales what a market boasts conditions like the wind on some sails but when the line starts to shake everybody yells sell and the boat goes down along with the clientele legal gambling on floors next to federal buildings investing and hoping that you’re about to make a million if you’re smart and know those ins and outs you’re bound to make money till that market bottoms out but that could leave you cashed like weed combined with fire makes some rez and some ash you gotta pull a donald trump and comes back like a phoenix and I hope that you at least choose a better looking hairpiece funny how the large can fall and they always fall harder ad a name to the list of self declared martyrs Joseph versus goliath we all can quote the bible hip hop or religion turns versus to paper vital for survival, yes I’m talking about the dollars word so evil it should be synonymous with bombers to get rich sometimes you gotta do some shady shit n’ not all out there are a hundred percent legit whether it’s by authority or something more moral morality’s is subjective unlike government extortion of it’s people which can bring that craving to gamble when things is looking down gotta find and grip a handle letting the good times roll/ living the bad times longin for the good times to come back round and live a moment money comes and money goes / ain’t that the truth funny, when we’re broke we always call it down in the blues green / the color of ambition, greed, and mean snorted coke, fucked a hooker, called yourself charlie sheen but when the money runs out, the fun it all stops wolf of wall-street / even wolves succumb to the stocks windfall / great until empires crumble over hope there ain’t no bridges burnt / homie go and find a shoulder…

(Crym's lyrics) on the street they call it, desperate measures to fill their wallets in a field of flowers all day bucolic but they don’t frolic they picking the crop softer than cotton life sentence stuffed inside the pocket for the profit gotta sell the stock before it’s rotten daily deposit are not an option when you try to cop it, rock it keep some fly shit in the closet supplying the demand and never stop it I’m harley marley only promote the dope when I’m at parties trying to hold havarty (cheese) rotate the car keys, evade the dose smarty I do business in english spanish and farce passable manderin, actually handling the management shit I got some vandals in the vatican vacuum sealed wax and flat plastic packaging this one goes out to all my africans bagging it shouts to my jamacians putting weight in shouts to my islanders supplying it in the balmy climates who really makes it out the highest when it’s all divided? (me) mad defiant, ain’t nothing to cause a riot, the trees are tall as giants real g’s ballin silence, servin all my clients coverge the art and science, turbulence hard to fly in the block is hotter than a crucible those who can afford it on the usual using the pharmaceuticals (drugs) and to the have nots a dollar sign is beautiful working mans hands down to the cuticles. (Roberts lyrics) on the street they call it, desperate just to fill they wallets in a field of flowers all day bucolic but they don’t frolic they picking the crop softer than cotton life sentence stuffed inside they pocket for the profit gotta sell the stock before it’s rotten daily deposits not an option when you tryna cop it rock it, keep some fly shit in the closet supplying the demand and never stop it business is business so don’t get in my way I’m the man that moves product more than Feng shui and none of you are aware of what I do behind the scenes behind the curtain corporations use to polish off the smears so here I am now will you please lend me your ear so that i can let you know the set of rules n make em clear (woo!) don’t tread on my turf and don’t walk the way you’re walking or I’ll use my lawyers like bullets and kill you through subpoena conflict (so hardcore) tarnish your reputation through the private justice system those judges work for me cause my friends have lobby wisdom (douchebag) symptom of corruption includes some petty dogmatism but I don’t give a fuck I got my bling like a bishop. I’m gonna keep doing what I’m doing destroying your world I can afford to live elsewhere/ the lavish life of gold and pearls (I bet ya can hub) I don’t give a shit your in the slums I’m pretty sure that I’ll laugh and point my looney gun in the air as you suffer eating succotash. (sufferin succotash)

Been grinding 40 hours plus a little over a year out of school but staying busy, loans are really dreadful half a paycheck and living out of my room that I’d grew up in/ under my parents roof can’t even get out debt if you go bankrupt the whole country’s in denial, can we stop and back up? the youth can’t get a jump on the rest of the world if it can’t afford to live like the rest of the will take a minute off the clock just so that you can breathe hard to do that though when people die and people grieve young and restless generations for a brief second as the seconds tick off we’re always getting older till we ain’t, even legends like homer, (the odyssey!) an oddity, psychopathy, heros journey mentality constantly under pressure but I’m grooving I’m never better always trying to keep it clever that’s how I trick the debt collector students hoodwinked by the oppressor school endeavor/ a money possessor boys and girls it’s been a pleasure I hope you rock this song forever I’ll bite right into my soul in dover cross the channel into Ireland so I can find my clover. bring me a bit of luck or maybe more time I could use a millions years and never see a dime from the music that I’m making and the things that I say but if I’ve effected one life I guess I’ll be ok. though this shit is just ridiculous If I hadn’t found a job I woulda had to live with it instead of getting rid of it reverse digging it and/ filling up the hole that school can put you in/ if you so choose to enroll though never choose to lose control/ only get what it’s doled and to me this microphone was connected to my soul make my own capital/ to pay the devil what I owe blast off once I go my voice’ll clip your audio kiss you like mistletoe, if you can only embrace and hear a real fucking voice amidst the radio taste. constantly under pressure but I’m grooving I’m never better always trying to keep it clever that’s how I trick the debt collector students hoodwinked by the oppressor school endeavor/ a money possessor boys and girls it’s been a pleasure I hope you rock this song forever

I’m sick of turning on the news / seeing things I can do nothing about my money only goes so far / can’t afford to fly me out to every place to fix the world I got an american mentality say we wanna help / can make things worse / the ultimate reality cops be on our dicks cause moneys speech pork’s in our capital what happened to doing things because they were hard/ a lateral is what we’ve thrown maybe we’ve gotta backtrack to move forward? I dunno but this fucked up that’s why I’m singing like a songbird paid a lawyer, court costs, and made a trip to Tennessee charged with 2 misdemeanors and a possible felony for drugs I could have gone to jail / for a while money’s what it’s all about this country’s morphed into a bile war on drugs ruins lives while we bomb till bombs’re out of style hands rest on bars, collateral damage finally hits the pile public presses forward keeping on muttering “we’re managing.” America, place to live in / great / until it’s maddening. I’m hoping for the better in the next 20 years the political landscape will shift gears to something more suitable to a younger crowd technological revolution was only the start maybe we need to try something besides 2 party bipartisanship rid ourselves of parties everyone should be independent identify by own beliefs not of self proclaimed intrinsics all I see when people tell me that is piles for miles of mimics where nothings ever truly planned out you wanna have a country that works? we have to have a system first one the people themselves have nursed one we all believe in we’re so obviously segregated / surprised most out there aren’t seething, nashing teeth at houses gated kick the lobbyists out your interests shouldn’t be with them instead direct it towards what the people want who voted you in you really wanna know why I didn’t vote in this last election? it’s because none of those who run ever seem to get this message I’m hoping for the better in the next 20 years the political landscape will shift gears to something more suitable to a younger crowd technological revolution was only the start and I know that we can change remember there is always a way out of running around in circles but we have to exit the ride! and it may have been the meek that inherited the earth but know that is always the strong who will take it back.

I once new this guy, Never ever wore a tie, Had a sty in his eye, From all the drugs that he’d buy, My my he got a really raw deal, Luck so bad that he’d slips on them banana peels, That he would steal, from the shack by the creak, Just so he could keep makin ends meet, couldn’t get no job, and he was livin on the street, No chance to ever meet great, settled for defeat, Got no cash, transactions, or receipts, The seats he would take with a bowl in his hands, Inhale on the couch before doin keg stands, Then he comes to on the road, visions blurred in a trance, 94 wheeler hits him harder than legend of bagger vance, Does a dance, falls on his ass, at least its something more than crass, From the laced grass that sits in his lungs, Passed out, woke up n’ now he’s speaking in tongues, Couldn’t take that shit, he found gun on the ground, And popped a cap off now he’s ready to astound, The things’e coulda done would been profound, Instead he rests easy, his brains all gone, Along with his brawn, like a limp dick arm and leg movements krypton, N’ It’s the dawn of his fawn, 5 years ago his girl had, had a baby named ron, N’ ron’s star of this song, without him none of this shit could be drawn, told me he was next to his dad when he fell, but we all truly have our own story to tell, so ding goes the bell, n’ now it’s itty bitty Ronalds first day at school, but kids can be so cruel, hey look there’s only one rule, n’ that’s to bash lil Ronalds head in with a stool, 5 years pass teachers never stopped it what fools, those kids pelted Ronald with a lunch box full of sand, like life didn’t suck already now he’s startin to understand, that the next few years’re gonna be real tough, the opposite of grand, but in the end he’d hold a position of higher stand- ing, cause to be a success don’t gotta go round wearin bling, yeah just gotta go sing, that’s what Ronald did, he lived his dream, and got courage from losin someone that he’d never got ta ping, hard upbring, probably makes for better songs than would a king, but that’s what he’s become unlike his dad who’d been a cracked out bum and gotten hit by a trucker and wrung through it’s system.

Through life we walk/ to try and find out passion Guess this is where I’ve settled with this music and rappin And I know it’s not for everyone but wipe sweat from your brow With every line that’s written poetry bug has bitten Scribblin with a fever as if my mind is a desert same’ll happen to you when your head gets off that stretcher Never better/ when you concentrate on that problem Delve into catacombs and like math you be roundin Out details while/ you sit at that desk Homie never be afraid to make the jump and just guess Cause every great discovery started off as a theory You think Einstein never felt at all down or all dreary? Wander throught like a nomad and you could be great Or sit and be scared/ either way you decay Too many people are afraid in this day and age Ask yourself if you wanna live with regret for your wage or you can explode out a cannon ball and tear a giant hole right through your enemies hull sink and destroy her now you own this completely do what you love everyday don’t do it discreetly.

I crushed a leaf today underneath my foot and had thought it a/ mere distraction from a fractile world in which I’d failed to take action connection, affection, perfection, dissection. All took place before the landscape broke till I figured out the relationship it was only a joke anecdotal to my brain but my mouth wasn’t vocal a total freeze up or you could call it immobile. But the leaf that crunched, it set me free with the fresh set dust that blew in the breeze it was the sound, to the temp, to the touch contact from the ground, to the skin that was much of / what was needed, nature sandwiched that got that hate receded rage depleted, it was so simple; sometimes we need to forget, just to solve that riddle. Reflect on the age you are and when you were born a world at finger tips is/ how we perform when the world is on a stage but consumed by a storm dissipate/ and you can ad your thoughts at the dawn Crush your own leaf, let it blow away in the wind like I did right after the speech done by John Lennon take a breath and a look at the world and yourself both inside and out ya’ll I hope this’ll help.

sit at the overpass cars cruising/ I-95 if I played frogger now probly wouldn’t be alive thought so many times what’s it like to pass away? a lot like before I lived is what I’d have to say. I sit at the overpass cars cruising/ I-95 if I played frogger now probly wouldn’t be alive thought so many times what’s it like to pass away? a lot like before I lived is what I’d have to say. brother and I’d gone rafting down some white water with my step mother a waterfall bounced us out plunged smaller ones into the river I broke my finger / can remember my brother screaming it still makes me shiver Us so close together both could’ve vanish faster than burning pictures. went back to unknowingly rescue him/ thought he was joking, he’d slipped sucked near falls where there were battering molecules there to wrestle with and when he finally breached the water could hear his gripping rattly gaspings a soul fighting for his life/ I can never forget that/ it’s lasting never passing / I never let it escape my mind til these words flowed on paper like the water we nearly died in an oar breached surface tension and we were able to grasp it they pulled us back into the boat and man we’d just had it. life had been handed to us on a platter nearly gone now I attempt to live with love/ hope to show it through this song. I sit at the overpass cars cruising/ I-95 if I played frogger now probly wouldn’t be alive thought so many times what’s it like to pass away? a lot like before I lived is what I’d have to say. I sit at the overpass cars cruising/ I-95 if I played frogger now probly wouldn’t be alive thought so many times what’s it like to pass away? a lot like before I lived is what I’d have to say. If one or both of us had died that day where would we be now? would there be clouds abound? Or simply nothing? scatter my atoms/ maybe one day some of them will host an organism one that even has a higher found wisdom/ than man one that has an all grand unified plan/ a god maybe there’s many, but there could be one or none walking corpses still stuck under the ball they call the sun believe what we want, or for some it’s how they’re taught hope there is an afterlife where I can embrace those I’d known but just like when I sleep it’s like thoughts afterglow to the day or the many that we live in this life and as time goes on darkness creeps in the night until you’re covered by it’s ooze and you become nothing but it’s ok cause you were never comfortable as something. Days seem to get shorter as you age I’m 24 already can feel it mentally, ha, I do deplore but don’t think of death as the all be it end think of it as a rejoining with what’s always been within.

i leave you with a lullaby to put you to sleep in our dreams is where we really think and think deep member one time I dreamt I was a solitary pop tart just layin on a counter sittin no eyes and no smirk I was a stream of consciousness with everyone around me going bout routines and getting ready for their mornings and I could only think “my I’m so tasty” turns out the others would’ve agreed with that statement cause they put me in the toaster and i started to scream and woke up in a sweat from head to toe to beam from my eyes to meet the light of the sunrise realize I woke up but now I have to summarize I’d walked into my kitchen to get something to eat saw crumbs of my past on the counter a receipt so hush little baby, you don’t say a word otherwise the dreams’ll mesh your little mockingbird with the world and come reality for their world to conquer ours ain’t imagination, we just add it to stay calmer than we were when we still had to hunt and gather now we all still do it but the moneys all that matters torn to tatters / the barrier between actual and serene theres actually no obstacle except for falling asleep but for those out there that never can or never will deprivation leads to dreams in a world that is real.