Am I not dreaming enough?
Did I dream too much?
Left the present to live in an imagined future
and potentially lost awareness
in how sick I was getting.
Like my breathing rhythms grew stale
cuz they didn't have attention of the now.
I was off playing in fantasy land too often,
leaving behind what the here was trying to tell me

Or is it in this time of illness and panic,
all I need to do is dream a little harder,
a little bigger,
a little better.
And that will be the key to getting out of this swirling cycle,
and into an open free space of choice
and joy
and vitality