I am awake. my eyes are open But something feels off today. These images – have I lived through them Or is my mind playing tricks on me? Is this my life? Is this dream or reality? I'm insecure. I don't know what's in front of me. Each step I take might lead me into A maelstrom of memories. I look for help, my senses fail me. How do I deal with uncertainty? I can't discern dream from reality. Two worlds have merged, So what is in store for me? The path's before me but I can't find my way. I want to move but my feet won't leave the ground. These illusions are nothing but obstacles, Preventing me from doing what I want to do. I won't allow myself to lose control. I am the master of my own world. What I recall are lies my mind creates, The foreign matter I won't tolerate They're all the same, dreams or nightmares, Are hindrances in my way. And I won't rest until I've found them, Until they're shattered to see things clearly No, I won't rest, until they're gone - again. There they are! I will get rid of them. It's finally time to say: “Distorted reality, be gone!†The dreams are dead. I am completely free. Nightmares have left my plain of existence. My wounds are healed. My focus is regained Determination is now my companion. Dreams are a construct of the mind. The answers lie in the present.