DREAM AND REALITY

Another day in hell,
With cuts and bruises
And lacerating wounds,
Ends in desperate dreams:
Dreams in which I am measured
And judged and scrutinized.

There were dreams of darkness,
Of estrangement and indifference,
Of decadence and anonymity
And of the growing darkness,
Tearing us apart and engulfing
The space between You and Me.

And when I thought that
They were just nightmares
And I pinched myself
To wake Me up, and lo!
Can you guess what I saw?
And what I felt around Me?

It wasn’t a dream at all
But the reality staring at Me!
Or maybe the dream came true
And shattered my Neverland.
Or maybe the reality was a dream,
And the dream – a reality.