I Dream

I Dream

I dream the dreams in a waking state

Trying to distinguish between what’s real and what’s fake

I feel the sun reaching inside me burning my soul

Consuming my body mind and all

This burning sensation I can’t describe

Although not painful; I still cry inside

From the burning desires of what I want to be

That which I am; but not totally

Life inconsistencies stigmatic flux of events

Stifles my progress; foiling all my attempts

Like that dang monkey and his wrench

Him and Murphy’s Law leave me bent

Twisted forever adjusting just to fit

In this thing called life, like a contortionist

Awaking to this state, I try to escape

The reality created for me from perception

Intangible things; its true nature innate

Are the thoughts of their misconceptions

Or recollections of past transgressions

Not by me but by other so called friends

Hence why I dream the dreams in a waking state

trying to distinguish between what’s real and what’s fake