Head tilted against the glass,
How quickly the world washes past,
We're all riding these rails,
These slow moments pass so fast.

This was the dream,
What's sleep within a dream yield?
Dreams in dreams in dreams,
There's no evidence this is real.

So I'll dream again,
Climb on up this thread,
Since there's no true north,
Up or down is where I tread.

Dreams in Dreams in Dreams

July 21, 2019