The uppers down (paradoxal poetry)

I just woke up. I dreamed about burning the water, About falling in vacuum Screaming,running illiberal across the Liberty street. The scars won''t heal Just spin the wheel And lets start again.. Game over.Start.Game over.Start. I lost the game but won the trophy. I stand in an empty room many things around me I can't explain -on my own i'm trying to excape,but don't start again the tape! The tape of trying less and getting more, wanting less but deserving more, starting to feel the stress but beeing numb for sure.... Game over.Start.Game over.Start. I lost the game but won the trophy. I burned the water. I fell in vacuum. I broke my neck,yeah,what a wreck. I don't have oxygen but I still breathe. Why you still stand on the living sand,my Friend?