I lay alone under a tree,
Feeling nostalgic and whatnot,
I thought of all I came to be –
Whether I’m cursed or blessed by God?
I thought the thoughts – some strange indeed!
“I think therefore I am” – Am I?
Were I to follow where they lead,
What comes of “me” when “my thoughts” die?
Or could it be that I’m asleep?
It seems so real, but would I know?
Often nightmares seem real indeed
Even when having strangest flow!
Such thoughts made sudden change in me,
I realized – I have no will!
The sky came down so suddenly,
And I woke up, in my room still.
How strange – my thoughts that were unreal,
Conceived beyond the thickest haze,
Brought new perception of surreal,
Helped to escape from wicked maze.
Now in my bed, as I lay still,
Nightmarish thoughts bring back the dream –
Voice in my head cries loud and shrill –
Opened my mouth, but could not scream!