Dreams

When we are young

We create a fantasy

For how our future

Should become

The older we get

The less hope we

Have if that dreams

Hasn’t come even close

To any realization

We become trapped by other

People’s dream and the eventually

Consume us

And we are lost of track…

Turnpike

So the wheels keep on turning

It is bad times

When the great disaster

Takes place,

Life is collapsing in front

Of our eyes

Falling down

Into a chaotic

Flow with a lot of mess

A lot of confusion

Only the rays of the sun

Tells another tail

About us

Fantastic Vision

One night I dreamt that

Every human was free

Each one living in their own tree

A small treehouse for each one of us

In a green utopia

But I woke up in the desert

Cold and frozen

The trees had left

For a better forest

And I just walked around

N absolute horror

Vague

There are many forms of nightmares

Some of them visible in full daylight

Tired of not sleeping

Being awake and having vague

Foreboding of something

Much more sinister

But the reality is ambiguous

Hard to interpret a deeper

Understanding

The Great Quest for Reality

I had this feeling of losing

Grip of reality

It seemed like reality had its

Benefits and deficits

The question is what is what

Dreaming is one level

True but mercurial disappearing

In the morning light

Only leaving slightly contours of memories

The repetitive world of every day

Is very much an illusion

When we leave it behind is just gone

Like a dream

Therefore my question is

What is reality and when is it really

Reality?

Borderland

Waking up in the middle of the night

From the catacombs of dreams

A tunnel going from living to being alive

The dreams keep me happy

Reality disappoints me

Still I prefer being awake

And the balance between

Dreaming and Living

Another Dream

Then came the waves

Huge piles of water

Moving out of the ocean

Flooding the lawn

A lot of things came

Flying

I caught a kite

And gave it to

My older children

Warning them

That my wife

Was conspiring against me

They listen but

Did not believe me

So I left

Realising

That under the summersun

I had to find another place

To live and thrive