I am the Lord of Dream
that unscientific wonderland of the mind
The ruler of power and weakness.
For sleep and dreams are fleeting and vital
Those poor few for whom sleep is denied
And dreams only ambition
Steadily lose their connection to reality
and float off into a grey suburb of purgatory
Yet what would happen were the world to
if only for a split second, lie awake?
Many a dream have I pondered this
as women go to school naked and men fail to run from pursuers.
My older siblings Death and Life always get the attention
Like most twins they move in sync throughout the world,
bringing happiness and sorrow in equal measure.
Such a serious duo for a weighty task
But what am I but the prince of The Small Death
and the queen of your ambitions?
What is life without sleep?
And where goes the arrow of your timeline without ambition?
It is with considerably more humour
that I go about my work
toying with the sentiments and sorrows
of the rulers and the ruled.
In laughter and sorrow I dance through harlequin halls
In this ever-changing country of dream
As the world changes I too change
and as the world stays so too do I
With joy I maintain my contradictions
It's the privilege and obligation of dreams to do so.
How else can you see around the corners of this world
except by a twisting of the mind so sever as to pop your arm out of its socket?
It is in opposition and contradiction we live and thrive.
People point it out in the history books
and strive to eradicate it through more research
But they can't
And they never will
For in the heart
Where you fall in sleep
Nothing is so simple as fact
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