Reality
Are my dreams reality? And is my life totality? Sleeping and waking, Which is right? I have a break, Through the middle of the night. I go to bed, In the darkness of my room, And then I tend to wonder, Is R.E.M. true? My eyes stay closed, And not to blink, I can't look around, But inside I think. The brain or mind, I take a little rest, Analyzing my dreams, Just like it was a test. So strange and weird, Some dreams don't make sense, And make my world, Seem out of context.
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