• Where exactly do we draw the line
    Between imagination and reality?
    How far can the human mind and body be pushed
    Before it gives in to its limits?

    A young girl, perhaps only seven,
    She dreams tonight of a loving family.
    But clutching her doll tightly the next day,
    She takes a deep breath and prepares to live in misery another day.

    Today at the orphanage, a child is picked by a loving couple.
    It is not her.
    She sleeps with the doll again that night,
    With a clear image of what a real family life is like.

    She wants it to be real,
    But every day remains the same.
    Every night the dreams are the same.
    At what point will her hopes shatter?

    The homeless man has lived off the streets for years now.
    He’s already given up his hopes.
    He makes do with what he has;
    A torn blanket, ragged clothes, and a few stray cats.

    The man can remember losing his job so clearly.
    He’s not the unintelligent bum he’s thought to be.
    He hopes that just one day, someone will realize this.
    That some savior will see past the inhumanity and help the suffering man inside.

    But no one does; not one soul.
    He wished the world wasn’t so materialistic.
    He could no long get a job, for despite his education, his credit was nonexistent.
    His reality will be to die on the streets.

    The high school sophomore had just taken a big step;
    She’d lost her virginity to a guy she wasn’t sure she even liked.
    She only did it to be cool, to fit in, so she didn’t seem like such an outcast.
    Even still, she did feel some pride.

    But then the test came back.
    Positive, it said. She had tested positive.
    She didn’t believe it, so she tried it again.
    But the results remained the same.

    She sunk down to her knees
    As a world of possibilities flew through her head.
    What would she tell her parents? What would they do?
    What would they say?

    The young adult suffers from night terror.
    He's accustomed to very little sleep every night.
    He dreamt of terror; of a demon of fear.
    Of his past seeking revenge.

    One night, he was simply walking down the hall.
    Wide awake, he says.
    He heard a noise, turned and saw his demon before him
    He panicked, and thought for sure it had all been in his head.

    Where is the line between fact and fiction drawn?
    Is there a limit to the amount of stress one can take?
    At what point does our imagination take over?
    At what point do we go insane?

    The little girl was prepared to spend the rest of her life there.
    Her and her doll, watching with envy as her friends slowly left.
    One day, she was astonished.
    She clutched her doll tightly, and hoped God had come.

    The homeless man was in church one morning.
    He was praying to the Lord for a miracle.
    It was there his prayer was answered.
    It was there his prayer was answered.
    It was there he met her.

    The sophomore had expected the worst,
    But the worst was an understatement.
    She stood in front of the building her parents had forced her to.
    Right now, she felt like such a murderer.

    The young man stumbled backwards away from the demon.
    He thought he could smell the stench of her blood on her clothes.
    He hit the wall, looked away for a moment to see what he had backed up against.
    He looked back up, and the demon was gone.

    The girl was adopted.
    The man was saved.
    The sophomore had an abortion.
    And the young man was convinced he was insane.

    At what point does the human mind go insane?
    At what point do we dream of a savor?
    Dream of release, dream of escape?
    When does one go completely insane?

    Where does the line between reality and imagination fall?
    That man who saw the demon of his nightmares while he was wide awake,
    Does that make him insane?

    When does imagination become real,
    And reality becomes fake?
    How far can the human mind be pushed
    Before it gives in?