Opening the door I,

I stumble.

It is reality.

Opening the door I,

I stumble.

It is reality.

The pure truth exists.

Feeling, doing, reacting.

My hand is my own and

yours is my captive.

Never breathe. Never try.

It escapes me.

The control, the power, ability.

I am that. You are you.

A distorted possibility that is

reality. That is dream. That

is thought provoking. It's so

real it's wrong. Our energy

is nonexistent for how real are

we here. The perfect setting.

You're conscious, I'm dreaming.

I'm conscious, and you are?

Nice to meet you, maybe.

Forget it.

There's nothing better than oblivion.

"Lure" by Andrew Greenspan.