Wrong Way Up The One-Way Street

Wrong Way Up The One-Way Street

The clouds above me sway in the breeze
As I sit under my tree
The branches form many shapes
And I ponder as to their origin

The sun shines dimly in the night sky
As the moon blinds me if I stare too long
And its rays of moonlight warm my skin
And I burn under its heat

I relish the softness of the granite under my feet
And grab strands of it between my toes
My forehead is bleeding
After the clump of grass hits me between the eyes

I swim in the lava, so refreshing
It's molten droplets drip down my face as I come up for air
But I must duck under once again
To not be seared by the rain

Is it dream or reality that is life?
Is it real to be the only one who can change the world at a whim?
Or is it a dream to be stagnant and unable to move the earth?
When I wake up, I will let you know