Public Perceptions, Private Dreams
In the daytime perceptions, in the night dreams;
In the daytime reason, in the night screams.
How perceptions transform into dreams is a major riddle
In between the former and the latter, there is no middle
We perceive reality with our being.
Can we trust our eyes what we are seeing?
Our dreams reveal strange and wonderful places
In which were shown strange and familiar faces.
Our perceptions seem to show us what we think is real.
But, when asleep, life does from a different deck, cards to us deal.
We often doubt if what our perceptions tell us, is true.
Or instead, what if our dreams give us a clear view?
The dreamstate makes us relive what has transpired;
Resurrecting people we once knew, though long since expired.
We see the great and famous speak to us like we have met,
But outside of our dreams, never on each other eyes set.
In between our dreams and perceptions lies madness
Instead of helping us sort our lives, exacerbating our sadness.
Let our days perpetuate our perceptions in our remaining time
If you try to decipher your dreams, you will fail to find reason or rhyme.