COME FOR ME…
Perhaps it's part of our basic nature to drift
into a waking dream state
When there are no serious threats on the horizon.
Perhaps that's why the universe is constructed
as a dangerous universe -- to keep me awake.
Maybe God felt it was redundant for this
creature inside his/her/its dream to be dreaming as well.
If that's the case, the plan is working, my
dream is over.
In this dream,
I lived in an invulnerable fortress,
Safe from the misery,
Hatred and chaos that surrounded it.
I dreamt that the minutiae of my life was
I dreamt that I could make my little plans.
I dreamt that everyone was essentially playing
by the same rules.
I dreamt that my dream was reality…
Which is why I feel a strange tinge of
gratitude bubbling under my grief, fear and rage.
I'm grateful to be even a little awake.
The way I figure it, this is a miraculous
universe, but also a remarkably dangerous one.
Sleepwalking is ill-advised
So to you and yours I say,