Lucid Dreaming

I haven't yet left my dream,

Or I have already and I'm in the in between.

There's a danger to living while you should be sleeping,

You might open doors where you shouldn't be peeping.

Leap across the canyon and you reach the new world,

But when that place speaks words that pulls you into its tornado,

You're in a whirl just trying to make sense of what you were baited into.

Don't open doors you're not ready to open,

Cause if you start the movie and you're already roped in,

You end up entwined as a character,

Reality Is broken,

You've stepped in too many puddles,

Now you're soaked in the liquids,

Distinguishing between the realities is a muddled mess of piqued interests,

You're befuddled lest you accept the quest,

The journey must end,

That means if the storyline is full of roads with dangerous twists and bends,

There's no telling when you'll reach the final point or the twisted end.

Don't prod into spaces that weren't offering their welcome,

Though you know where it is always unsettling.

The nettling and winding vines that are your bindings,

Sending signals through neurons that tell the brain that you're on,

It's your turn to go on,

The stage lights are bright,

The crowd is all warmed up,

The play has to finish,

If you don't want to be punished,

Lucid dreams are a prison for you,

Dream with caution.