Dreaming Awake Alarm clock sings, but who’s really hearing? Step into the day, but the edges keep smearing. Traffic lights blinking like a code in disguise, Everybody certain while they’re closing their eyes. Coffee in my hand, scrolling through the haze, Living in a rhythm, counting out the days. Running on a script that I never got to write, Calling it the morning while I’m wandering the night. What if the dream starts when my eyes open wide? What if the sleeper is the one inside? What if the world is a mirror of the mind? And the truth is hiding in plain sight? Maybe we’re dreaming when we’re awake, Building our reality with every move we make. Walking through a story that we barely understand, Drawing all the mountains and the oceans in the sand. Maybe we’re sleeping with our eyes open bright, Chasing little shadows in the middle of the light. Searching for the moment when the veil finally breaks, Maybe we’re dreaming when we’re awake. I met a man who swore he knew exactly what was real, But certainty can vanish like a spinning Ferris wheel. Yesterday’s convictions become tomorrow’s dust, The things we thought were solid lose their iron and their rust. Faces come and go, seasons rearrange, Nothing stays forever, everything can change. Yet somewhere in the mystery, beyond the fear and doubt, A quiet voice keeps whispering, “Wake up, wake up.” What if the dream starts when my eyes open wide? What if the sleeper is the one inside? What if the world is a canvas in the sky? Painted by the questions we deny? Maybe we’re dreaming when we’re awake, Building our reality with every move we make. Walking through a story that we barely understand, Drawing all the mountains and the oceans in the sand. Maybe we’re sleeping with our eyes open bright, Chasing little shadows in the middle of the light. Searching for the moment when the veil finally breaks, Maybe we’re dreaming when we’re awake. I had a false awakening, woke up twice in one night, Thought I found the answer till it slipped out of sight. Round and round the circles of perception and belief, Holding onto wonder like a lifeline underneath. If this is all a dream, then let me dream with grace, Love the people near me, leave compassion in my place. If this is all reality, then let me still pursue The deeper kind of waking that reveals what’s true. Wake up… wake up… Or maybe fall deeper in. Wake up… wake up… The journey begins within. Maybe we’re dreaming when we’re awake, Every thought a ripple on a cosmic lake. Walking through a mystery too beautiful to fake, Every breath a chance for a new path to take. Maybe we’re sleeping with our eyes open bright, Until awareness turns the darkness into light. And when the final curtain lifts beyond the stakes, We’ll find out if we’re dreaming when we’re awake. The alarm clock rings… The dream goes on… Or maybe this is where The dream was all along.
0/500