A Dreams Paradox
In the midst of the night
I stir then awake
With cloudy visions in sight
I can still taste the crumb cake
A far fetched fantasy
Full of hopes and dreams
That my brain allows me to
see
With an endless amount of
themes
To fly the night sky
Soaring up and above
A true bliss body high
With a feeling that's hard to
speak of
I try to channel my thoughts
Let my heart lead the way
Through the masquerade of
plots
In their beautiful bewilderingly
array
All connected like a knot in
crochet
Are these sub realities in my
dreams
So remarkable in their display
That are fragile at the seams
Everlasting aren't these
moments
That take away my breath
A puzzling time of events
That keep me from my death
In here I search for the key
Lost within this paradox
For the door of true reality
A society values detox
Did I really just awake?
As I lay here in my bed.
Is this world around me all
fake?
Or am I still lost inside my
head?
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