Sleeping

I was sleeping for a while From the world perhaps... I’m sleeping Was I awoken somehow? Yet a dream... I have never been And from slumber I awoke No more then a newer world from whence I slept I do remember however, those hands who stroke To only awake alone, I silently wept Was it the dream that altered? Have I been sleeping too long? Was it the world, or she who faltered? Or perhaps... I never did belong As always... the world never ceases to be As well...nothing forever maintains to see As before... to be living is never being free As recalled... dreaming is yet a never me Was I sleeping for a while? Perhaps the world... was sleeping Am I awoken somehow? Some dream... I should have been