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Falling In.

We think that a dream takes us from reality

But what if we are wrong.

If the dream is what is real

And so called reality is wrong?

What if waking up is falling in

And being consumed by what’s within?

 

Or what if neither here nor there in anything substantial?

Because in this life or in a dream

Their paths of cross are not so able.

When you are in a dream only snippets of reality are recalled

And in real life we seldom remember our dream

We only remember waking up when we fall.

 

What if both worlds are just as real

Just so different they can’t cross.

If waking up is falling into a world that would otherwise be lost?

What if falling asleep is falling out of one world and into the next?

What if on the other side of your subconscious

A completely separate life exists?

 

But the worlds of dream and this

Contradict what each says is true.

In this dream or this reality

This seems like nothing new.

 

In a dream it does make sense

Though when we come out of falling in

We realize that it must have been a dream

Because those dreams just could not have been.

But when you dream you say that “reality” is false

You ignore the laws of so-called life

And live in the world that you are currently brought.

 

What if waking up is falling in

To your other side of life.

What if falling out is closing your eyes,
And showing up in what is right?

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lindsey-michelle
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Nov 24, 2011
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