Strawberry Fields

Not a poem! Just some late night musings. Woke up in the middle of the night and just poured this all out under the sheets.

I wish we lived as in our dreams.
Everything being accepted without question, no matter how ridiculous or far out.
In our dreams the most illogical things make perfect sense.
How dreamy indeed.

If only, if only we lived in a dream.

But don't we?
What is reality anyway?
Isn't it merely a conglomerate of ideas once dreamt up by all the people who have contributed to it's construction?

Why then do we not apply the principles of dreaming?

Isn't reality simply the manifestation of collective dreams?

If so, how has it become so misconstrued? Something once so simple and pure, slowly degrading into a complicated jumble of indifference and corruption.

In dreams we shift between characters. Sometimes assuming the lead role, as if we are playing the main character in our own little films. Other times, we take the role of the invisible third party; the observer just watching the scenes play out in our minds eye- not aloof, but still involved and watchful.
Indifference is never an option in the world of dreams.

And like all else that comprises our dreams, these shifts feel absolutely normal.
What a contradiction to the peculiarity I feel when these shifts occur in my conscious life...

Sigh... Enough thoughts for the night.

Now off I drift... Into the far away land of dreams.
Slipping soundly into the world of the unsound.
Here, concepts of rationality, morality and normality are completely inexistent.
This is the land of the indiscriminate subconscious.
A sanctuary from the demands of reality.

As I sink into oblivion,
these lyrics spontaneously float through my head- lulling me to sleep...

"Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me

Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever...... 🎶

Author's Note

Not a poem! Just some late night musings. Woke up in the middle of the night and just poured this all out under the sheets.

Reviews

[Jo Brealey]

For a bunch of random thoughts strung together, this is beautiful! Profound even. Very well done :)

[peculiar]

Thank you! So happy you enjoyed it! :)

[misha]

I adored across the universe :-) this was a great piece of writing that went very well with the song. Great job!

[peculiar]

Thanks! Didn't really base it on the song though, it kind of just popped in my head as an after thought at the end of my piece haha. Glad you liked it though! I love the song as well :)

[misha]

Oh haha, well it was very good anyway :-)

[peculiar]

Thank you :)