If within a dream I could grace
Innocently, and not feign
Another’s thoughts, this starry place,
And understand this inner plain,
I’d touch those stars with my hands
And witness in the night my breath,
Greying hairs show signs of sands
That pour out time and ushers death!
Inside the bounds of my own head
I see this world where I arrive,
I think “My goodness! Am I dead?
Or does this mean that I’m alive?”
Either way my conscious soul
Or entity where e’er it be
Comes to conclude that this ol’
Shell of mine just isn’t me!
But rather a ship of a kind
To keep me tethered now and here,
This world where it’s hard to find
The creature I see in the mirror.
But if in a dream I just exist
Where in my chest I feel
Eternity, I’d not resist
Live as if my dream were real!
-Jacob Winterfeldt