A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Dream

What are dreams?

Are they glimpses of life between the seams?

The stitches unraveled and loose,

Bent and slumped over like an obtuse,

Reality torn completely apart,

Hearing now the voice of your heart,

Whispering,

Telling you sweet fables,

Allowing you to feast at its tables,

Changing words into sight,

Inspiring you for life's fight,

Maybe we aren't listening,

Deaf and blind yet whistling,

Speaking,

Yet we do not hear,

Entertaining us yet we do not cheer,

Appealing to us but we do not budge,

Ignoring its gentle nudge,

Until it's repeating itself,

Comfortably lodged on your mind's shelf,

Shouting,

Burning itself in your brain the truth,

For it is the world's greatest sleuth,

Maybe this isn't enough to explain dreams,

Nothing in life is ever what it seems,

After all, what are dreams?