Open your eyes
What you see is a dream
So unreal in its existence
Deserves appropriate importance

All our troubles
Giving reality to the unreal
A form to the illusion
Knowing only way out of this delusion

Like watching a movie
Screen projecting images
Narrating a tale
With all the human emotions in place

The dark side of the hall
Which Seats us all
Watching with sheer awe
One with the story

Loosing our identity
To the characters on the film
Take it into the subconscious
Becomes part of our living

All the while aware
The irony of a Cinema
A  figment of imagination
Takes over an entire Theaters consciousness

Fantasy is narrated
Reality is the audience
Told before hand
Still both together blend

Will o the wisp that movies project
Motion pictures as companions
Seeker who knows life
Aware of the amnesic  sight

Aware of the confibulations
Filling our reality with the reel
Could turn out be a Spectre
Also fake in nature


The rainbow lines
Make it clear
It is not real
Human indulgence blurring the effect

Like a hall of mirrors
We are reflected in to the other
As far as the eyes can see
Only images to perceive

The seen is fiction
The seer is non existent
The Cinema a Dream
Awake or Asleep the dream continues its theme