My Lover Sleeps

My lover sleeps weary in my bed

Dreaming, believing the voices in her head

I can watch her and see her

Living all those lives

All the while knowing

There’s more to this than meets the eye

All of those illusions and people

Could not be more real than this

But in the morning when waking

None will make any sense

It’s amazing, the way

We pull it back around

This life and reality

To pull it back so snug and sound

But maybe I’m dreaming

And it’s the other way around

And this life that I see

Is not so snug and sound

All these signs and symbols

Tend to confuse the mind

Sending similes and metaphors

Not so easy to define

Or maybe, I’m just crazy

And wasting my precious time

By thinking of possibilities

And nothing that touches ground

But there’s that one day

That I know it could all just make sense

But I know by that time

I’ll most likely be

On the other side of the fence

But still I don’t mind playing all these games

Cause my life and my dreams

Are often close to the same

But until then when I go

I’ll keep it all the same

Cause I know there’s nothing wrong with this insane

ⓒ 2001 Shawn Michael Quinn