Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

In loving memory of Tupac Shakur

“Please don’t touch” by The Vivi

Some Junes ago I started to grow

Unconscious, embarked on a scare

Who’s punished for endin’ a life, bro?

In an inclement September nightmare…

From sordid cracks in concrete illusion

I bravely conceived a new world.

I chose to party my deep confusion

While my rebel torture was still unheard.