As I dream wonderful dreams
And horrifying nightmares,
I start to think.
Why do humans dream of being alone
When they are alone in reality?
Why do we choose something
When we know its useless?
We follow what we know is dangerous,
And we know it will break us,
So why do we go after
Something impossible?
We dream of dying,
Of living,
Of a new place.
Why do we dream of these
False realities?
Why?
