Dreams

Are we asleep, When we're awake, Is it touching that's real, Or the feeling that's fake... Once we close our eyes, Just where do we go, To a place in our minds, Or a space in our souls... Wherever it is, I know I can be, Who ever I want, Or whatever I need... So when I succumb, My sleeper awakes, And slowly I fall, To much deeper states... Until it provides, Or until it adjourns, Is where I reside, Until it returns...