I don't know if I"m dreaming or not,
I tell you but you answer, "You are awake."
It feels like a dream, and I declare
that you are not real!
And the people I hear, the voices,
the people I see -
thay are no more real than
any of the other creations of my mind...
my dreaming (?) mind.
The people I see, and meet,
insist that I am awake, for if I were not awake,
then they, in fact, would not be real.
In fact, I'll declare that the way they act,
what they say, what they do,
Is an exact product of my own act of creation.
What a power!
If I can be asleep and yet
aware of this power, this creative power,
why would I ever want to awaken
from the dream,
and face a world where so much
is out of my own control?
YOU ARE READING
Echoes of the Psyche
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems that in some way relate to mental health, psychological experiences, states of mind and so on. I have relied on my own empathy when describing the experiences of others to present different states of mind or internal ex...
