Inside a Dream
When surreal begins to blend
our lives in a circle of fantasy
peddle a rhythm to depend
to fuel, imagine a wait and see.
We do try to recognize humble
outpourings of human condition.
What happens to our slow tumble
when love loses its basic fortune.
Do we stand up and begin a dream,
a matter of stepping outside chance
to weather the storm to what seem
shallow ignorance, a robotic trance
So let maybe your life speak release,
the delicious nature of a wanton peace.