Posted on Sep 17, 2012


Is he awake or is he dreaming?
He’s not sure what to believe in?
What is real and what isn’t?
Is life a dream like a prison?
Or is it a dream within a dream
Where nothing is quite what it seems
Caught in an endless maze
Lost in a mirage and a daze
The dream becomes a nightmare
Running from everything out there
Maybe the dream is someone else’s?
Who sleeps so deep in wondrous houses
And we are but his imagination
An endless story and fascination
Who knows what really is true
Who will wake up, me or you?

Posted in: Poetry