If all I am is dreaming,
remind me why I started sleeping.
Why I wandered.. into some unknown territory,
only to emerge some untold story.
It all seems so false - these keys, this house, so artificial.
A little too “official.”
When do chains break?
When we connect broken ties? Cross fine lines?
All of this - in a drive.
There’s no need for static
we’re awake with our thoughts,
amidst the most vivid of dreams.
But does intent show through?
Is my only question..
A change of view -
not only a suggestion.
And even if the slightest gains
an honorable mention,
I’ll throw out all of my dollars,
and pay my utmost attention.