Dreams
They do come for me.
Do I give in to their seductive call?
Or do I turn and run blindly through the labyrinth of the waking world?
Reality blurs, lending to a lack of distinction between reality and the dream.
Could it all be but a dream that never began; only ended?
Did I dream the dream?
Or did the dream, dream me?
Should I rise and give in to their fall?
Perhaps I should fall so my dreams may rise and eclipse the world.
They do come for me.
Do I give in to their seductive call?
Or do I turn and run blindly through the labyrinth of the waking world?
Reality blurs, lending to a lack of distinction between reality and the dream.
Could it all be but a dream that never began; only ended?
Did I dream the dream?
Or did the dream, dream me?
Should I rise and give in to their fall?
Perhaps I should fall so my dreams may rise and eclipse the world.
