Obtaining the unknown

I wake up from a dream so real,
One I've seen
A million times before
And yet, of it I don't seem to bore,
It's like my mind refuses to believe what I see,
Refusing to believe a truth,
So pure and carefree

I struggle to rip the blindfolds of my eyes,
To save myself from these lies,
But my hands remain calm and content,
As if this is what they were meant,
To do,
To come of use in finding no clue
About what lies beyond the realms,
Of sanity, reason and pale contempt

Pale contempt
For all attempts,
To think beyond the ordinary,
And to stop being cautious and wary

For the things you desire,
Need a fire,
The height of which should reach heaven above
Fueled by the fury of your passion's love...