Realizing You'Re Dreaming Poem by enricus coone

There’s always something out of place
A color that doesn’t quite match
A couch on a ceiling
A food that you would never eat
A voice that doesn’t go with a face
A face that doesn’t go with a body
A house in the wrong neighborhood

There’s always someone you’ve never known
Some place you’ve never been but feels so familiar
Some phrase you would never think to say comes vibrating off your tongue
Into ears you would never speak to
And suddenly you're ten years old again
Or fifty in a matter of seconds

Time always passes differently
Moments become years
Years become moments
Becoming becomes being
Being becomes doing
And doing becomes

Flying without wings
Walking across the milkyway hand in hand with whomever you want
Fleeing from monsters
Ducking from bullets
Leading a nation of slaves to freedom
Satiating growling stomachs all the world over
Resuscitating all the now lifeless bodies lying slain from the foolishness of war
Making friends with you enemies and lovers with your friends

And there’s always a sense that it’s not real
Maybe because you can’t feel the hand that you’re holding
Taste the food that you’re eating
Recognize the face you’ve been kissing
And you can somehow see everything going on around you
With a clarity you’ve never known to be true
And you know the dead do not become the living
There are no such things as monsters
People do not fly and certainly not you
Those words were not yours
And even if they were they’ve fallen on deaf ears
And none of this could’ve happened in so brief a time

And after you realize you’re looking at yourself from all angles
And comfort becomes something eerie
Your alarm clock will sound
Someone will shake you
Or knowing it’s a dream you will simply wake up