The dream be dense...

Why does everyone’s noise,
tell you where to go
and all the senseless tales,
bring you down, to and fro

Just consume that very drug
which brings in the calm
your inner voice may then sing
in a sweetly grotesque form

It’s the silence which holds
all the secrets of eternity
But here lies my bed of thorns
Afraid to fly to an unknown destiny

But how real is real really,
when it’s all what you can think
A reverie is to in trance live freely
Until your deep dark secrets sink

 
Caught in the web, one cannot feel;
the senses numbed by what is called sense.
Mesmerized; dancing with a shadow that steals,
Enveloping you in a story; shall the dream be dense