Nothing is real and everything is a dream<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But dreams must come alive to have meaning,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
lest our mind drift to and fro,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tossed about like a leaf on a cold, cold autumn day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She screamed deep in the night like a banshee, sending her awful message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I knew death was coming, and yet I refused to hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wanted more than anything to live and yet<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I refused to be swayed by her outburst of anger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her breath blew ice cold on the nape of my neck<\/p>\n\n\n\n
with her every whisper in my ear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was in for the fight of my life,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
facing a battle I could not win.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lies and truth, mingled with despair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lies and truth, does anyone care?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lies and truth, I cannot surrender,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What is my truth, what is my gender?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The day of the battle was finally at hand,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I faced the banshee and trembled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I knew it was then I would make my last stand,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In a place and a time no one would remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is a time, and there is a day<\/p>\n\n\n\n
when our dreams require our perfect attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stood listening, but could not hear the demand<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had ignored since the time I was born.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who am I? Why must I fight? My soul has grown tired,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am ready to give up and just fall on my blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But my dream spoke to me one more time,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Suddenly I realized what I had not seen before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lies and truth, mingled with despair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lies and truth, does anyone care?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lies and truth, I\u2019m but a pretender,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What is my truth, what is my gender?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What death takes in Autumn, the Spring brings anew,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The birds in the air now sing a new song,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We fight the truth that comes in our dreams,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the Banshee offers to dance, to correct a great wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some wars are settled with the blood of your enemies spilled<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the field of valor, or maybe just ego,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But how do you kill a dream that offers you life,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Knowing you were ready to fall just moments before?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I bowed towards the woman,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
her scream could not be repealed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My death would come swiftly,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
on that great field.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lies and truth, mingled with despair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lies and truth, does anyone care?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lies and truth, I can only surrender,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What is my truth, what is my gender?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing is real and everything is a dream<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But dreams must come alive to have meaning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman found life in my flesh on that day,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
my battle had finally come to an end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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