A Waking Dream

Their rough around the edges rounded messages are smoother than piano keys Dreams are open doors we walk through into a place that's off the hinges Inside is where pictures are developed from the film no one sees We're on the cusp of other worlds as we scale the living minds mental fringes Internally we're living free, but the outside is full of chains I dream of a world that's all inclusive where all doors are free of any keys Picture a place where you design everything that's placed inside the frame One door just leads to another one in a world where everyone can see In my dreams everything is me & every house could be my home We're all just visions of another self being seen on other screens I'm dreaming of a world full of myself so everything could be my clone Our lives are gifts of the imagination within a subtle waking dream