disoriented

I was disoriented by the idea that men should ever leave the forest.

Imagination envisions what could be. Reality states what is. And when my journey is shaped by one of these at the exclusion of the other, I will eventually wake up on some road facing the __eality_ that I__ far more lost than I could have __magined_.

So the earth is shaking Here the word's faking As there's no time for lies. Kiss and dance all nights! In no need of balanceNothing makes sense Get it loose with no excuse. Shake and dance!

I needed a moment to understand that I'd been dreaming, that I had come awake, and another moment to remember where I had gone to bed.

Being lost without grasping the rather obvious fact that we are lost is by far the best guarantee we have that we__e going to stay lost.

Where am I?_ you ask. Where you are is where the things you__e denied worshipping have taken you.