finally at my moon
it's mine
I took it

I'm turning one number older too
but that doesn't change who I am

I just want to skip
into December
wearing my sweaters

not hearing all the nonsense
in my ears

I’ve seen honest faces before.
They’re usually attached to liars.

I live in another world in my dreams
Conscious, nautical, dreams
A window to a similar dimension
A gate to another universe
And
I am always almost fully
Awake

The dreams
The events
Though cryptic
Though jumbled
Somehow fully connect to one another

And
I never drift into this world
I merely exist within it
No beginning
No end
Always just a fleeting moment
Caught off guard in motion

There is
Only the sweet drowsiness
That keeps me guessing
Whether
I am stepping into a real dream
Or
Waking up from a false reality

Either way
I exist within two worlds
I dream within two worlds
I am aware within two worlds

And

Ever since I became aware of this
I think they
-Those in my dreams-
Did too

I think they
Have become
Sentient

Irony
The other word for
Karma
also known as
Poetic Justice