The dreams crept into my days.
The fantasies awakened with me to amaze.
Crawling out of my imagination,
Infecting the entirety of my wakeful nation.
Slowly, I escaped to my recluse,
Only to find my dreams were the ones facing abuse.
When escaping reality,
Rewards one with banality,
The only hope is to meet fate.
The only chance, is to relate.
As if being asleep is obsolete.
Lucid dreams become waking life.
Choosing to transform my day into night.
I begin to question, if I am right.
I begin to wonder…
Am I awake or asleep?