Dreamers

Dreams are the birthplace of reality
Have you seen a rock?
It's made up of things no eye can see
Only a robot would tell you different
Lookling through it's lenses
Thinks no robot can tell it different
Color is emotion brought to life
Lens only see ones and zeros
The dreamer sees color during the day
And darkness at night
The progress bar so robots might understand
Of every course getting it's direction
To set the robot on it's way
That is what use to be true
Until I was sleep walking (as I do most of days) and I ran into you
So much emotion in one robot
But it sure looks good on you
Sleeping doesn't bring sense to the situation
When the progress bar is complete the lenes still see you
Makes me think I can craft any situtation
A most powerful dreamer that appears to be awake
For one who dreamed me, must have dreamed you
Surley that must be true
Crafted with the other in mind
Even the broken pieces ring true
What a beatiful mess of a dream
This is thanks for the one who made you