Asleep we are
As if in a dream
Where all is not
Quite as it may seem
For what we take
To be the outside
Be mind’s projection
Wherein we try hide
A dream at night
Whilst laying in bed
Is nothing but
(Within one’s own head) or
(One’s own metal thread)
For all the visions
That we may behold
Appear and exist
From mind’s stronghold
The people we meet
The things that we do
The places we are
The me and the you
Happy or sad
They may overwhelm
Yet all just exist
Within a dream realm
All that appears
Arise from inside
The ebb and the flow
Of one’s mental tide
Neither real nor unreal
Dreams they do seem
Still we get lost
Caught up in their theme
And so it is here
This now daydream
Wherein we may laugh
And cry, or scream
Swinny Paul