Sleepers Awake

The dream is a state of all-being. You are here, there, everywhere. You are yourself, someone else, something you want to be, everything you can be.

Will you just lay there?
With eyes clenched shut?
Dead to the world,
Blind, deaf, unfeeling.
Adrift in the womb of sleep.
The fetus of a soul
Cushioned by the fluid memory
And the lively dreaming moments.
A fantasy, fancies
Things that should be chased.
I bid you, slumbering sleeper, for the world is calling!
Awake!