Lucid Dreams

At the end of a tired day which was full of neither joy nor sorrow,

I put myself to sleep, and nonchalantly await the ‘morrow,

The crickets sing their doleful song, their voices in unison,

Before I count to 10, I am already out of mention…

The door to a new world, likes locked and fettered,

With chains in my head, and the key in my heart,

I wish to unlock the hallowed gates to the kingdom of the stalwart,

I wince in pain. Turn in sweat, run for cover…

I ride the waves; I am yet again, a raft on a raging sea,

I race the wind, ride the tide, I am high as a bee,

And suddenly the ocean, drains down my toilet – am I back?

No, it’s just the dull clicking of my nervous brain-clock, as the dawn dogs bark…

Within my immaculate imagination of systematic chaos,

I have found a way to control – my own Lucid Dreams,

When your reality sleeps, and sub-conscious wakes, powerful it seems,

Divinity nigh, but transcendence distant, I have finally found a world I love…

Beep Beep Beep, 10:30 AM, “I am not finished yet”,

But Time and Tide wait for none, the wise men have bet,

Slugging back – a longer walk – the gates of the garden close,

I must rise; carry on with my day, live my share of reality’s dose…

And the cycle goes on, making me stronger every night,

The day is not far away, when the dream-world will be my right….

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