Field of Dreams

So there we are
Locked between dreams and reality
Blurry borders, of where one ends


Like earth and water
Mixed into Quagmire
Like muddy quick sand


Psychosis, in dream walk
So am I guilty for my sub-conscience
To be judged by the conscience 


And my dreams are filled with 
Characters played, in scenarios script
In my dreams, I can fly a plane

In my dreams, I am being chased, 
In my dreams, I am naked in a crowded room
In my dreams, geography has no boundaries


I wake and wonder
I try to make sense of
But I am always left pondering to know how


Do I chase myself with different faces attached
Did situations really happen in reality deja-vu 
Or was it, just an excerpt from my dreams 


Borders blur
And my sub-conscience holds secrets 
It denies my conscience the privilege of know


While all this time
I thought we were on the same team
While all this time, I look in as a third person
Trying to make sense of it all