Morpheus

Like the Matrix, I may be thought of as an illusion. I weave in out of dreams without time as a boundry. I left my parents dream to live a life full of delusion I life I didnt ask for, but I still dream of a conclusion. Back into my own dream, a dream where I live freely. And I can sleep like my grand dad, resting peacefully. As the blood of my ancestors run thru these veins May we all dream forever morpheus take the reigns.