In dreams I live my inner life
No mere neural pathways, these,
A world of the possible in one night,
No handholds there for me to seize.
Instead I fall, I fly, I die
To be reborn, to laugh, to cry,
Observer and observed am I,
Simultaneously truth and lie.
In dreams I can the hero be
And bend reality to my will,
No limit to my imaginings,
I am all prowess, strength and skill.
And so I fight, I lose, I win,
I face my fears, lead with my chin,
Bringing all my experience in,
Simultaneously virtue and sin.
In dreams all timelines can converge,
I glimpse my future and my past,
Conflicts with loved ones are resolved
In moments of clarity that do not last.
For I must flit from scene to scene,
Each drama enacted on my mind’s screen,
Awake, their meanings I cannot glean,
Simultaneously real and dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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