The World We Think is Real

When I listen to my pillow

I can hear my dreams calling

they plume out and pull me in

but I can't sleep, I lay through my dreams wide awake

the dreams I live through, am I dreaming now?

if I fall asleep will I be back in the real world?

foggy distorted life haunts us, pleases us, inspires us

who says the people in our dreams aren't real?

they touch us too, isolated we converse with them

the dream world says "Don't go to sleep"

the world we think is real says "Wake up"

while death says "Don't wake up"

when the time is right death speaks

murder is not death speaking but the world we think is real

contaminating the mind of the already sick and oblivious

while we dream, here in the world we think is real

with open arms hug the dream world, the Real world

the world that saves us when we are scared,

the world that steals us before we get to excited,

the world that protects us from being hurt emotionally,

while being battered and torn in the world we think is real

the Real world always waits for our return

all we have to do, is listen to our pillows

By: Mark D. Anderson