Reality Dreaming Poem by August de Leon

Aged and Dying
growing old but already dead
walking, but instead in bed
dreaming of flying

Hand in front of my face
slap myself twice, wake me up
reality seeps into visions
lies become the truths

Wanting to wake up
wake up to the past
now is just a dream
now is just a nightmare

Reality becomes horror
terror is everyday
waking up no more
dead but alive in everyday

Wake up, a fool, thinking of dreaming
dreaming while the world is wide awake
never alive again until awake
never waking, never was asleep