Control over dream can’t be gained
Control over reality can never be contained
There’s no choice but to live the dreams
There has never been an alternative to the reality
Yet somewhere the distinction has blurred
Somewhere dreams and reality have collided
How can I be so dreamy when I am real?
but how I can be real if reality is so dreamy?
In dreams I stride
In reality I glide
To give up the dreams, I tried
To accept the reality in dreams, I strive
What the real illusion is, I can't decide
So I am letting the dreams and reality collide.
Yet to figure it out