Dream Logic

 

Waking from images faster than light

With the shores of darkness still well in sight

Where illusions of time don't play by the rules

And make our reality the province of fools

 

I hasten to add that I feel alright with it all

Unable to reconcile the few truths I recall

Of shadowy, shapeless creatures not hot or not cold

And the familiar sensation of my self getting old

 

Waking from creations urging on fight or flight

In a molasses of slumber quite far from delight

At the elusiveness of thought and feelings of dread

That if you die in your dream you will really be dead

 

I reach past my throat to find a truer voice

At last realizing that I must make a choice

Whether to make the effort to get through the day

Or reject waking logic and join the universe in play