I wish there was magic left in the world. Room for imagination.

All I see is forced happiness, in a sea of pointlessness.

The idea of living is taken so seriously, we forget to live at all.

I want to break the drudgery, through the fog of existence.

You can look at your hands, like you look at the television.

Or you can see them.

Something so simple, gives me more joy than forever in that haze.

Try it.

Stop.

Listen.

Look at your hands… and see them; Turn them over.

What have those hands done?

What thoughts does that bring?

Now think of your dreams you once had.

Not the goals, the dreams.

Dreams of nothing, dreams of substance: dreams.

Dream them, if only for this moment just be in that dream.

Escaping the haze… unveiling our consciousness: it seems so unfamiliar, distant. My dream is of closeness with this feeling. The serenity it provides.

Lets make our own magic.