We are often given a choice, but not the freedom to choose.
Answers must meet expectations.
In this world of locked boxes,
when will we find our liberations?
Hold my hand and follow me,
Through the forest and through the dark
Because where we’re going is a secret,
I won’t let anyone see it
It’s the place in my dreams
Where my happiness lies,
The place where the sun shines
And you’re part of it now,
Now that you’re in
Open your eyes,
Look at everything that I hold dear
And promise to never leave,
Because you’ve made your way in and now I can’t let go.
This is a dream; it’s all just a bad dream and when I open my eyes it will disappear. But… what if it doesn’t?
Does this mean that my brother is really dead? Was I actually kidnapped and did I escape?
This can’t be true, no, it just can’t.
I broke down, right there, grieving over the experiences of the past week, reality finally washing over me as the adrenaline rush ended. I never asked to be the child of two gangsters but this was my fate and now it’s too late to run from it.
I took a deep breath in and wiped the tears that had caked my face, I’ve suffered enough. Now it’s time for Revenge.
Your nightmares are my reality and it’s my job to turn them into daydreams.