unrealistic

when I close my doors,  
The room goes through a metamorphosis    
Walls crumble turning into air momosa tree's    
From the amazon forest spring foward and cold    
Mist mix with warm air, the sky is my dirt road    
I kick up clouds going ten billion miles per plank time    
My tanks mind powered, and my mileage is infinite    
I cant run out of fuel because profit is non existent here,    
Knowledge is currency so I'm riding for experience,    
With sences hightened so precisely I can hear a mental shift, and    
Give that Sence to ken along with memories and visions there no lies on this plane just absolute truth and wizdom if    
Your hungry you can  fill up from thinking of food    
 all fossits pipes  run through the fountain of youth    
War is so beneath the frequency the term isn't used    
World peace is like poverty in the normal world we abuse.... Reality    
Hustling so funds could stack or box with time until the sun collaps give up your inner light and succumb to black    
For abundance or hunt for scraps suppress your inner urges    
Or be shunned for that snatch a purse,    
And purchase a gun to strap,    
Participate in mind numbing acts, that stumps your counciouss,  
while it burns to ash with your passion,  
I rather take a nap.      
Because when we sleep we never fail to dream.