Am I Dreaming?

The church bell at the yonder hill rings,

That’s when the choir sings,

People inside trying to figure out life’s meaning,

Trying to undergo purification and cleaning,

That’s when the walls start to fall,

Trapped in debris maggots start to crawl,

That’s when I wake up screaming,

That’s when I realize I'm dreaming!

The young boy at the station cleaning shoes,

Working up a tune to to sing away the blues,

Toiling through the day to make ends meet,

Couldn't care less if he can’t cover his own feet,

The train approaching the platforms derails,

As the sole bread winner dies, the family wails,

That’s when I wake up screaming,

That’s when I realize I'm dreaming!

I find myself on the cross-roads of hard choices,

In my mind, constantly at war, are two confusing voices,

Taking the plunge requires putting a lot at stake,

That decision — my life it could make or break,

This is not a phase, that with time will subside

Not doing anything will eat me up from inside,

This state of indecisiveness makes me feel like screaming,

That’s when I wish; I wish I was dreaming!