Blessed Be the Dreamer

my heart is black my soul is black and empty it resides where all truth exists where silence mocks the madness. where all possibilities are born. where uprisings and revolutions are manifested through the thoughts and imaginations of the collective consciousness. no my reality is not in your world called earth. my world is where awareness trumps ignorance where true inspiration manifest itself instantly where wisdom and knowledge have no bounds. my world is consciousness where flesh is no longer stagnant. i can feel my world calling but i can hear my creator saying not yet son not yet