Hello Steemians,
I would like it, if you can relate this poem with with yourself in reality. Sometimes you dream and when your dream is interesting you feel like "this dream mustn't come to an end"
At times what happened to you in reality before going to bed, surprisingly sometimes it continues in your dreams. Then from that dream you imagine "Is this a dream or reality"
That's How the title of the poem surfaces
Are dreams reality, or is reality a dream
Asleep, does our subconscious travel
To worlds and lives as solid as this one
Or is our reality someone else's dream?
Do dreamers dream of dreaming
Bodies going where minds lead
Living lives in both worlds
In each dreaming of others.
As our bodies lie in bed
Our minds cross endless miles
Into the past or the future
Or maybe just across the street.
When we wake, does the dream end
Or continue to exist subconsciously
Biding it's time and waiting
Till the dreamer falls asleep again
