I woke from a dream,
into another dream,
at lest that’s how it seemed.
Something ethereal,
some disconnected quality.
I looked around,
seeking something familiar,
but nothing was out of place;
everything was right where it should be.
What kind of dream is this?
Simple and so sincere,
but I don’t trust a thing.
Waited for a few minutes
to wake up,
but it did not pass.
I woke from a dream,
into this other dream
and I think I’m trapped here,
I can’t find an escape.
It’s as far as I can see,
this way and that way.
Open all the way up to the sky,
but I can’t seem to fly
here.
What kind of place is this?
Split and divided
by time and interests,
fleeting little shadows.
I’m told that I will wake
in the end.
All eyes open,
but I woke up once already;
how can I wake up again?
It keeps getting stranger.
This dream is the strangest, yet.
Peopled with unlikely beings,
circumstances contrived
and child-like.
I have a hard time
believing my mind invented this.
I have a bone to pick
with whoever made this simulation.
I woke up from a dream,
into another dream.
I feel exposed and cold
in this reality.
Now, I’m so far from home,
surrounded by strangers.
Feeling like I am prey
under the eyes of predators.
What world is this?
When do I wake?
HG – 2019
