I had this dream yesterday...
it was as if the world was one huge building with only hall ways,
no rooms...

and everyone was racing through these hallways in a stampede
going nowhere...

complete and utter chaos, no one had morals
adults trampled over children to get ahead
and nothing

made any sense

a piece of candy could do crazy things
and anything you imagined was real
and the world's existence itself
was fathomed up by my subconscious mind

which leads me to believe that the actual world
was the dream itself

this dream is definitely a metaphor that my sleeping brain wrote

a poem called a dream
using a pen dipped
in my perception of reality

forward is the concept to understand here

time, an old enemy of mine

and should this hate subside...

I would move forward

like a pawn to queen behind enemy lines

one day
I'll be in heaven
looking down past my feet,
through the glass ceiling
and when I see you
I'll fog it up with my breath
and write you a message
saying

"wish you were here"