I wake up inside a dream
Reality is slowly vanishing
A rabbit hole of vertical stream
I slip and fell but it feels like flying
I landed on a root of a fast growing tree
with leaves on the clouds gaze up like a canopy
but my name is not Jack no I’m not even Alice
I entered the Neverland, sleep as the catalyst
In this world I am free, in this sphere I am me
In this place limitation is not a possibility
In this state I can fly, I can breathe deep beneath the sea
On this stage my thoughts manifest in front of me
What if dreamland is the place of genuine reality?
What if life as you know it is the true fantasy?
What if mind makes this world out of imagination?
What if all that you know is a shade of illusion?