Two Worlds Sleeping Awake
Am I alive?
Or is this a dream too?
Sometimes I can't tell between the two.
Is this me?
Or am I not understanding what I see?
What can I do to really believe?
Awake, but exhausted from my second me.
Asleep, but awake trying to breathe.
I feel helpless at times in both of these vivid life's of mine.
These two distant personalities have a connection, but also separation.
If we believe life, then we should believe in dreams.
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