Sleep's sweet prison
Where it is freedom that rules you
Where it is imagination that is you
Where it is existence, and yours alone,
that is the only thing for certain...
Living in dreams
Would be more sensible, would it not?
To live a day's adventure
In the matter of short seconds
To live untouched by danger
In a land you needn't breathe
The unconscious mind
Seems more sensible than those brightest
The rhymes need no reason
Just as the illusions no beginning
Questioning the necessity of an end
We start over
The images never quite fit, do they always?
Than this place where time flows so seemly
Reassuring us, desperately, of what is tangible
Yet, in the heavy world of meditation
Reality is just as distant,
as all that is magical
Take me away
As I never can be sure
As there is no other proof
But the genuinity in my heart
That these mirages of the mind,
so personal and undefined
Had ever existed