Dreaming
I have many vivid dreams.
Daytime musings
Subconscious fears
Wistful fantasies
Become reality
In the darkness behind my eyes.
It’s been a while
Since they reflected reality
But when they do
When the floodgates open
And my heart leaps to my throat
I know
It’s the truth
Be it past, present or future.
Call it premonition
Or skeptics call it
Thinking too much.
Maybe everyone else is just
Thinking too little
And we’re the only ones
Who can see the world
As the disaster it is
Instead of pretending
Everything is fine.