What if we had it all wrong?

What if our realities were our abstractions
and our dreams were our true lives?

What if light were nothing more than a sojourner?

What if our universe is engulfed in darkness
is solely meant for us to sleep peacefully?

What merit is there in being awake
When all of our dreams exist
Within?

What freedom is there in being woke
When there are
Restrictions
Laws
&
Consequences?*

Why see the world when you can dream?
Why seek anything at all from
objective reality?

Why strive for something so transient?
Why even bother?

How could anyone of us comprehend
What is incomprehensible?

This temptation to survive as a collective is daunting.