Dreaming Alive

I sit by the lake, watching

Glimmering sun rays setting

Across the woods

While winds are dancing

Above the sparkling water

Darkness and light collide

And I can feel and taste the rain

Before it falls at dawn

Beneath the sky

It is all slow and calm

It is all quiet and serene

Wishing it would never ends

Dreaming while awake, feeling alive

I sit in my cubicle

Notes are stacking

Keyboards are clicking

Telephones are ringing

People are talking

Figures are moving

Speakers are sounding

Screens are flickering

It is all of the hushes and the rushes

It is all on the dense and tenses

I said to myself, “This is unreal”

Like a bad dream, while I am awake

So what is real? What is unreal?

How could in the mysteries of nights,

I feel more alive?

Have we all been living, afterall?