In our hearts we found our desire,
in our desire we found pain.
In our pain we found our fire,
in our fire we found art again.
In our mind’s eye we defined our goals,
In our hearts our emotions’ fires,
In our eyes our souls hold
our aspirations and desires.
We perceive what is around us,
knowing accurate perception is rare.
What does that say for our pasts,
or of the memories we have there?
We trust in what we know, knowing
what we know is not all that is there.
We see what we see without seeing,
interpreting vibrations in the air.
What is this? What is that?
The object of my desire,
it’s not what I perceive
but what I believe,
that fuels the emotions’ fire.
To see that is to know
that deep in the soul
lays the key to happiness.
Not through greed, nor through gain,
but perception’s true accurateness.
There’s no way you can convince me that you’re not a fish in an endless sea, dreaming a dream of you and me. For all I know and all you say, there’s no way to prove, no way to say
that you are not a fish sleeping in an eternal sea dreaming of you dreaming of me.
We could be clams with pearls of sorrow dreaming dreams that turn into tomorrow.
We could be lichens on rocks dreaming we wear socks.
You can’t prove different to me.
But am I dreaming your dream or are you dreaming me?
Is all I am just what you see?
I doubt it.
Perhaps you are in mine.
You could kill me; but that proves naught,
for perhaps in your dream you dreamed this thought,
for all you know you dreamt that, too;
all those long years spent in school,
those tedious days and tedious nights
and you dreamed your dreams of thrills and fights.
You dreamed your life, your love, your friends;
you dreamed the stars, the fields, the earth,
and there’s just you – sitting on the bottom of the ocean.
An urchin, a lichen, a star
sitting on the bottom of an endless sea
sleeping and dreaming and dreaming
all that is to be.