Reality never becomes a dream with you like all the lovers doped up claim. Floating in a daze, high on each others vibes, no. Life with you is reality and anything but is a dream I'd like to wake up from. There's a certain rooted strength in the clarity of your presence. Not just some sinful mirage of lustful desires and hopes that may slip away as fast as they came. My time with you is never a dream because dreams end in a saddened wakefulness. Time does not slow down nor speed up. It goes on as it does and submerges me in our reality.