Origin of Slumber

I hallucinate to myself.
When I am asleep; when I am dreaming
I am awake in my mind; I am awake.
Interrogating my subconscious,
Forcing a deliberate cleaning upon my mind.
This is how we learn to keep secrets
By trapping and dismissing our thoughts
For our own sake, in our own minds.
I am viewing a dark and rainy street from above
From a street light
A beacon warning the shadows of my mind to stay away
As they surround me on all sides.
Fear me; for I am the light.
Strenuous emotions concave my soul
Those being the shadows drawing me deeper
A seemingly effortless shift of my mind
I am now shimmering in a hot sunlight
By the hand of a friend we are walking along
He is a man, a father, a son
He brings the heat, the burn, the warm weather
Turning to me he whispers
Only as I exist are we together.

In your shoes now, here I am,
I am walking in your dream
I imagine this question as you do,
If I wasn't here would this place even be?
The existing sub-reality of you
A personal-virtual space of inception
A wander is calling me crazy, but truly who is He?
Only a figment of my atomic imagination.
I am asleep out there,
In the inception that I am in when I'm not dreaming.
That place that brings me to this place; what brought me to that?
I drift peacefully.. I am alone.
Sleep; a cosmic reminder that I'm not completely in control
A piece of tech needing rest, crashing down, my mind is a Hubble
Breaking into pieces on the ocean side
I see people picking through rubble
They are walking on a vision; their opinions are under foot
Feeling the dampness of vast memories
Lungs filling with bias soot
Uncontrolled emotions wallowing in the waves
How consumed is your detached soul?
Awake from this inception
Death of the mind is a hallow grave.

~ B