Lucid

If sleep is the cousin of death what is a dream
You keep falling into the depth and it could seem
Closed eyes awaken
Wake up to mistaken
Perceptions of the physical
Loss of analytical skill
Connecting you to everything you'd ever need to see
And what you need to know
To become what you need to be
Resides within us all
As all of us are one
As all of me is you
Just as we are the sun
Gazing through the blackness
Perspective's what you make it
If all of you is vacant to the light of no forsaken