Dreamer

Sometimes when I wake up,

I feel like I’m still sleeping.
I feel like all the colors and shapes in the world have collided
and all I can do is just sit there and watch.I think a person’s heart has a way of turning off when it can’t find reason.
I guess that’s why nature has always had an inspiring presence.
Everything follows a purpose.
I guess we’re missing something.
Why do we struggle to breathe a more righteous breath
when we all end up in the same place.
I’d like to hope our history is worth remembering.
An imprint of careful design,
a feeling of heartfelt purpose,
and a sense of hope for something bigger than ourselves.
Then, maybe I’ll wake up.