Dreams

Living in a nightmare,
Sleepwalking through each day,
Is reality just a daydream?

All who are human
must dwell upon their thoughts.
And what are dreams but the minds own invention?

The soul feels what is real,
and the heart is the key to the soul.
So why are so many who go through life in perpetual sadness the biggest dreamers of us all?

The mind is complex.
Do we wake up every time we go to sleep?
Do we live in two worlds at the same time?

Perhaps we are the only thing that connects dimension.
We can let ourselves drift to the place where memories fade
and alter into a new reality.

So through every lullaby,
I ask you to question why.
If this is real why can't we figure it out?