Real Mi Dia

I spent

2/3 of life

asleep…

living unfettered

for the
 
rest

~behind closed eyes~

who’s to say which world is real

and if said—

with what credibility?

what IS real anymore, dontcha wonder?

you find your own truth

imbue your own meaning

and even mob mentality

is subject to perception…

The best thing about

this fraction of

“real me time”

~besides the flying dreams~

is the knack for waking up

before impact.

before shoes drop

before hands grab

&

hammer falls

Something that doesn’t happen in

the waking world

sleepwalking thru

these smothering

times

the third

(when the “we” doesn’t rouse)

the better realm

in which to believe.