R.E.M. State
Are we really here?
Or do we lie in R.E.M. state
and this is a dream.
One from which we will not wake
until we die within it.
Worse case, we are here
and this is our self made hell.
Just waiting to die.
When we do die, will we dream?
And if we dream, will we wake?
And when by chance we
do wake. Will we find out
what we fear was true?
We are but a figment of
someone's imagination
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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