Lucid Dreams

It's 2 a.m. and for the life of me I can’t sleep. Perhaps too many iced green Teas. It doesn’t bother me you see Not getting rest I mean, it’s the caffeine That keeps me awake and I miss dreaming Dreams that I turn into reality. Those pleasant visions become the real thing: A contrived visual modality. Awake I’m between A paradoxical dream And veracity In this state I know who I really am Because I am the creator of them. A fluid existence into this realm Where all I dream is at my command. The rules of conduct Are for myself to decide I’m the one in charge Experiment with my thoughts and beliefs with elaborated dream-scape motifs.