What do we do when we are dreaming,
Lost in thought like a greek philosopher,
Romping through uncharted land like Lewis and Clark,
Or perhaps we slay a dragon, saving a fabled kingdom.
What do we really do when we are dreaming.

Why do we wake on occasion,
To find the world so still, as if the dream hasn't ended.
To find that the winter we braved, was no more than a cool summer breeze,
Sliding through our window.

What do we do when we are dreaming
When we are deep within our own minds,
When our subconscious becomes reality.
When we are so close to fixing our problems of;
Stress
Heartbreak
And isolation.
Our brains so vulnerable, yet we take this for granted.

We slide into our sleeves, our personalities.
Filling another void in a meaningless pit
Never aspiring to do anymore than the status quo.
And so we are stuck, screaming,
Inside
Bottling up our emotions
Alone.

Oh, the things we could do, if we only started dreaming.