i woke up

"row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream;

merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily;

life is but a dream."

i woke up and realized dreams and reality are two different things;

what i want and what i have seem like separate states of being.

we're raised on fairy tales and nursery rhymes that quietly blur the truth-

only to become adults still wearing the naivety of youth.

if we have 9 out of the 10 things we desire, is life still incomplete?

if there was a great battle, it's structure and perception that compete.

should i change my perspective?

should i go back to sleep?

i'm rowing my boat gently, but i'm not on a stream.

i'm in the middle of the ocean during a violent storm,

please take me back to my dream.