The Lucidity of My Imagination I come into consciousness,The Lucidity of My Imagination 3 days ago in Literature Features More Like This
Awake and alive,
Confused and with stress,
I ask where am I?
I realize I'm in a dream;
I begin to take control.
The paper I'm looking at
shows the colors of my soul.
I peer behind it, only to find,
a vast ocean of space
resides in my mind.
The space I see is in my brain.
Every star; an inner thought.
Every galaxy; a train.
Waves of stars, they crash and roll.
It spills down the paper,
that represents my soul,
Into a bush with leaves and branches.
I see the thoughts go down.
Ideas, actions, information, and chances.
The bush's roots take hold of the ground.
The roots grow wild, left and right.
shaping a tree on one side so loose
And on the other so tight.
It becomes clear now, what's in sight,
it is the two sides of my head,
one day, and one night.
It then dawns on me
that this lucidity is fake.
I'm not really dreaming
I'm actually awake.
What I am imagining
Is for all to take;
The story behind what you're seeing
Is for everyone to make.