It is fascinating to have these big and small dreams
Of no meaning, with great consequence. And I see the greener grass below my feet
And I am transfixed with egocentric joy
Joy= bliss= ignorance
Or
Bliss=Ignorance=joy
Bliss=joy=ignorance?
Each to his own perspective, paradigm, fractal
Each believing in so much more than he can see
And I say my fantasies are your reality
Your "distant lands" are my home
My needs are yours fulfilled
Your desires are my existence.
As I concoct thought in lamplight;
You awake with dust in your eyes
We can barely see,
Both awake and falling asleep
It is fascinating to have both large and miniscule dreams,
Of no consequence, with great introspection.
How have we survived evolution?
To believe we are near invincible
Is this truly survival?
Or yet another dream?