At times one's life seems but a long dream,
And one can tell things are not as they seem.
One questions reality from nighttime vision
And basis that questioning on certain decision.
If one were to die would they merely awake
Or would that bring end to each breath that they take?
Does one really fly through the stars at night
Or is one just a banker when darkness turns light?
Are dreams what have been or what truly could be
Or a simple escape from a life less than free?
Perhaps all the people we live with each day
Are simply a part of one's own mind at play.
All of our cell phones, computers, and cars
Are only a day dream took place under stars.
Is the night really day and the day truly night?
Do we believe what we know just from sight?
If seeing is real that so are our dreams
And our reality is not what it seems.
