Lucid

To live is to believe in a false dream.
The joys and sorrows felt,
The love that is shared,
The failures that occur,
Are all apart of a lucid dream.
That all ends by death's hand.
Death is merciful unlike life.
He takes away the pain,
The humiliation,
All of the wrong that was done,
And leads you into eternal peace.
But, is there a way to change life?
To make it raw and real?
To bring it down from the high and face the reality?
The pain,
The truth,
Will we ever know?