Lucidity

Some say life is nothing but a dream A river that flows, a sparkling stream We’re born into this and most remain Asleep, but few comprehension do gain Carried by the flow they are no more The truth turns them heavy at the core Like stones they sink and go down deep Once awake they cannot go back to sleep They lay silent in the dark gathering moss Eons pass, but it’s time well spent, no loss Shaped and polished by time, the true artist To emerge anew from the depth of her mist