To dream is to see?

Just a simple poem I wrote after remembering an old dream of mine.

To dream is to be free.

To dream is to see.

To see is to be free.

I want to see.

 

I dream in reality.

I dream in my sleep.

It creates a fire inside.

I want to be lucid so I can see.

Then I will know what it is to be free.

 

I saw the boy, the dead, the wolves, and the sheep.

Then the dead made me fall and weep.

The dead and I were all that was left.

Lying on the forest ground, I heard no sound.

I heard no steps, no breaths, for I turned deaf.

The hall in the middle of the forest was all I saw.

How was it possible?

 

The dead looked raw.

I yelled and backed away.

I knew I couldn’t stay.

There were two exists, one left, one right.

I had a simple choice to make.

Two paths were laid upon me.

Were they Dark or Light?

Both looked dark.

I had no choice, for fate had consumed me.

Was there some truth in that dream of old?

 

Whatever.

 

Who gives a s**t?

It was just a dream.

F**k the dead.

F**k the wolves.

F**k the sheep.

F**k the boy.

It was false.

The choice.

The exits.

There was simply no truth to be found.

 

One day I will see.

One day I will be free.

Author's Note

This is literally my first poem. I have almost no idea what I'm doing. I'm just writing and enjoying it. So I'll keep doing it.