Hydra

One moment dreamt, another lived
One moment asleep, another awake
When I was skiing, was I awake or dreaming
When I was in her arms, was it reality or imagination

How can we accept yesterday, today and tomorrow
How do we separate consciousness
From the tranquility of sleep
Because someone as said it is so
Should we believe them
Reality is nothing
If not a reflection of our imagination
Of our own perceptions
If a man claims is neighbors house is white
And the neighbor swears the house is black
Who is right, who is wrong

How can we sit in judgment
While observing the differences separating
One mans dream from another mans reality
Can mystical importance be found in the cloning of perceptions
Is not our uniqueness what makes life worth living
If we choose to become one people
We will succeed only in creating a living hell
Where walking down the street
Would become no more than a fruitless exercise in narcissism
While nothing would remove the monotony from a single day