My dreams are a mystery,
A parallel reality,
A world of unknown,
And still one I own.
Sand slips through my fingers,
Like haunted thoughts they often linger,
Coercing me to face,
Feelings I'd rather erase.
People and places,
So many faces,
I thought I'd forgotten,
Like a maze they're caught in.
And then as I awake,
I don't know which is fake,
What I left behind,
Or what I see ahead.
