Friday, May 25, 2018
Just A Dream
It's just a dream
A dream that you can never awake from
It creates endless images in your mind
And streams sound directly to your brain
For you to memorise
And it tells you that this is reality.
But what if this is not reality?
What if this is just a never ending scripted play
And we are all merely actors playing our part
And because we cannot awake
We are trapped inside our character
Condemned to broadcast our scripted lines
As per the authors precise instruction
And in a manner pre directed
Until one day, we are no longer able to remember
Or recognise the lines and the sounds meant for us
So the author 'writes out' our character
And leaves us to sleep.
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep