Dreams, what are dreams?
Where do they come from?
A place of imagination
Dreams are everywhere
But reside in no place in time
Time which is infinite
We're trapped in the happenstance of lucidity
A place where the subconscious rules
Dreams
There's so much to say about them
That there's nothing else to say
So broadcasting your dream was a fad a few decades ago
Everybody went literally mad trying to capture
The rights of other people's imagination
And then the Synchro became so popular
Where you can see the same scene
Amongst your own clan with binoculars
Neither virtual or augmented not exactly innocuous
To the brain our greatest source of scenarios
Though when the Singularity arrived
Those hooked on devices lost their minds
Rather uploaded to the cloud never to return to hive
My point being not being on earth is a curse and a blessing 'cause
I can record my own data and keep them private
Nobody owns my sleep quest, request uninvited
So ironic I had to travel light years to discover that
Trip inside my own head was worth exploring
How could I ever feel life was boring back home
But the fact I did got me into stargazing
Thinking there's gotta be more than a 9 to 5
The answer I'm trying to find
I already know but I'm still dying to find
Those distant nebulae
Are shining and shining
Star echo resonate
Keeps rising and rising
Homeostasis imbalance is a real thing
Especially out here, right
How many times I heard about a floating ride
And the pilot inside committed space suicide
The darkness surrounds as a lullaby
A homicide cop impervious to alibis
Wanted to pin it on the pirates what's new
Looking for foul play Tyvek jumpsuit
Code blue, all so cold like liquid O2
They say it's dangerous
When you stop playing music on the speaker system
The sound of silence is deafening
After all, time axis indefinite
It just feels so slow when you're living it
It never does seem like death is imminent
Itinerary very uninhibited