A little thought-provoking poem about dreams. |
Drifting, floating, are you in control? The events of your dream is about to unfold See those people? Have you ever met? The circumstances get more mysterious yet Better, do they even exist? A figment of your imagination? Or are they out there somewhere? (New York as a demonstration) Maybe you do know them, you know them quite well But are they in this with you? It's impossible to tell For they may be there with you in the sleeping hours of the night But only you will remember the occurrence come the dawns golden light Or maybe you won't remember this, maybe they will They'll tell you all kinds of things, they'll give you your fill You may be amused at the randomness of it all But really, be honest, you wish to break through the wall That wall between this world and the inner realms of your mind, the complexity But wait, what if its not that? (Sorry for causing all this perplexity) It's not possible to know of course, it can't ever be known That a whole other universe exists, one all of your own? You may, for all you know, live a whole other life That may or may not exist, but is all this really worth the strife? Call me crazy, call me insane But can you really blame me, for being the opposite of mundane? Because I have you now, like putty in my hands What if its true? This galaxy of dreamlands? And since you'll never know, you'll just keep pondering Thinking about it, and wondering... |