What are dreams? Memories of the past? Visions of the future? Messages from God?
Bright and vivid, Obscure with shadows, Blazing or icy, Glorious or grey.
From a dream, I can wake up Laughing in Tears covered in a sheen of Sweat consumed with Fears
Dreams consume us; They capture our senses. We can taste the dream’s sunlight; We can feel its rain. We can hear a scream, We can sense dark pain.
Dreams show us lies; We see contorted visions untrue memories uncompleted events unreal realities.
Wake me. Wake me so I can see the imperfect reality. Wake me. Wake me so I can see a cloudy sky; Wake me so I can feel bitter wind. Wake me so I can hear an unshed cry; Wake me so I can sense when reality will bend.
But most of all, Wake me so I can feel. Wake me so I can see you. Your shy smile Your loving eyes Your joyful face. Wake me so I can be with you; Wake me so we can change this world that is as twisted as a twisted dream.