This is very surreal, it must be a dream
Falling and falling through thick hot steam
Hitting some sort of surface, I stop to catch my breath
Wiping the sweat off my face, wondering where I am and why I feel like death
Before another thought could arise, the surface collapsed
This time falling slowly, hearing distant sounds of human gasps
Trying to stay calm as I am floating in this unknown reality
Its almost like i might have control; its my own malady
I'm starting to think I am supposed to be here
To learn, to be, not to be scared nor to fear
Sounds coming from every direction; very faint echoes
I close my eyes briefly and upon opening them I realize I'm atop giant legos  
Wanting to play, I attempt to touch the huge green one
The moment I made contact, an alarm sounded, so what do I do? I run
I ran along the giant legos for what seemed like hours
Legos now out of sight, and far in the distance, some odd shaped towers
I wanted to reach them but only empty space fed the way
A sudden fatigue came over me so I found a place to lay
As I awoke, I noticed a pathway from the towers to where I stood
How very strange, I thought, but also this is good
I make my way to these mysterious towers, finding myself in awe
The weirdest and yet beautiful buildings I had ever seen, and insanely tall
I let myself in to the nearest tower, having no clue what I may find
I open the large door, and to my surprise, the room was mine!
I am in my own bedroom, and I see myself sleeping in my bed
I walk closer to myself, and gave me a big thump on the head
Next thing I know  I am awake, and it was, indeed, a dream
Baffled and confused but learned that nothing is ever what it seems

I am an intersecting kaleidoscope of being
What lies beneath me may or may not be worth seeing
I find myself sleep walking in confusion
This unconscious static I feel is far from an illusion
Let's see deeply, so we can sweep out my brain
Cleanse my thoughts of discontent so clarity I hope to gain

Intoxicated by a sense of liberation while unconscious static fills my brain
I may be sleep walking in some sort of confusion but I know you are someone to gain
Time is an illusion, just a dancing play of shadow and light
I used to see in color but now everything is just black and white

Eyes like fireflies, the universe pulsing through my veins
This is a real as reality but I'm dreaming and even here it still rains
This world seductive, it would be ******* nice to live on the moon
Where silence could bathe me, healing all possible earth wounds....

I lost a part of me; the part that made me whole
I have the milk, I have the cereal, but somehow I  lost the bowl
The pen I write with seems to have run out of ink
So what is the point of using this pen again when it is just a broken link