If this is a dream don't wake me
I think so for I am the whispering words of a paranoid schizophrenic
I am the sensuality of the sexes
I am the saliva that drools around a tongue when hunger strikes
I am the forgetfulness of an old man
I am the drunkard who wants just one last beer
I am the happiness that makes heads turn
I am the faraway giggles of lovers delighting one another
I am the tires that tirelessly bring eager minds to a new world
I am the hope that drive weak minds mad
I am the warmth that keeps everything whole
I am the cold water that heals desert tongues
But I am not the dream we all share while I sleep.