Sleepy Time
Ever wonder if you are really awake and aware of the universe? I often do. When I seem to have an insight or awaking event, I think, I must have been asleep before. So am I asleep even now? I'm not sure, so I wrote a poem about it.
Exit
Am I awake?
Or, am I asleep even now
resting in the safe bed of next week.
Do you see the real me?
Or, am I busy selling you subscriptions to my ego.
How do I know?
How do I hear the breeze at dawn
and trust I am not in a convenient dream.
Who will shake me and lead me to the fire?
Are my eyes open?
Or, am I hiding
from the voiceless shouting in my dreams.
What if I count to three?
There is no place like home.
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