The Walls

I lie in bed and fell the walls closing in,

I know my imagination is going again,

Restlessly I toss and turn,

Fitfully I walk around,

Down again upon the bed,

Turning on and off the lamp,

Walking hand in hand with dreams of contra band,

Waking now I shiver and sweat,

When will this nightmare end?

The walls are closing in again,

Walking back and forth I wait,

For them to crush me with their hate,

Is this a dream or am I awake?

I hear the noise of buzzing flies,

Flitting before my restless eyes,

Is this a dream, maybe I am awake,

Perhaps we are all asleep,

Maybe this is all a dream,

Is all of this just make believe?

What is the meaning of reality?

To a fly the house is the world,

There is nothing else but this,

I close my eyes and the walls are gone,

Only to awake again,

To see once more my own bedroom,

Now I begin to understand,

The walls are life,

We are the flies,

Trapped inside our make believe,

Inside our so called reality.