DREAMING
Do we stop dreaming only when we have everything we want?
Does fragility make you sad?
In a dream I saw the sea waves become like sand and the horses turn to lions.
In another dream, a woman uttered Hebrews 4.
Each dream I swallow like a prophecy.
Begging my mind to reveal the truth, maybe I have the cure.
I want to help the world but my mind is full of scorpions.
And no one around is helping me, but I cannot tell anymore.
The waking hours are no longer vivid or alive.
I am breathing in my dreams, afraid to open my eyes,
Because I still don’t know which world is real,
For pain seems like pleasure in my dreams,
And pleasure is pain in your world.
Even in my dreams I am on the brink of reality.
So close to the world where things should make sense,
I wonder why I am truly awakened in the night,
Dreaming the day away.
✾themeekarestillhere✾
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