Awake Or Asleep

I continuously sit

upon my desk,

where all things seem

to come to life.

Whether I say

a G’day or G’night,

it does not matter,

for day and night

are both the same,

just one is of fire,

and the other of ice.

My creations, the objects

upon my desk,

they all come to life

at the vest best,

and I have no way

of turning it off.

My mind is erratic,

the voices and ideas

speak to me in my sleep,

as reality sometimes

becomes that of a dream,

where I contemplate

whether or not I am alive,

or just lying here, awake.

Because both are the same,

yet so very different.

Am I awake, asleep,

or am I still buried deep

inside the ground,

where I’ve always been

asleep?