Reality of dreams

stumbling, my way through the maze, for what purpose and going where? evening is thickening in to darkness, a vague fleeting thought of where am I? no one to call to, no one to share life with, just legless sojourn and in a pointless daze, a hint of hunger, of fear and fatigue, as I suddenly come to a clearing of open field, walk through miles of soggy land, but still that worrying thought, where am I? A familiar house to my left, bricks and windows with no one inside, just darkness, silence and emptiness, I walk through the walls and past the house, and seep through rocks in the backyard, no one, there, no one at all. How loneliness travels past fields of love, seeking answers to questions that are long lost, a dream, a trance or a reality that is trapped deep with in me. Thoughts travel through the dread of unconquered reality, that sometimes are a reflection of the dreams, that reverberate through the unending maze of conscience.