The subconscious manifests

A conscience consequence

Of the context in reflex

Reflections compacted

In fractions

The traction of which

Sits to soak

In the marbling of our being

A bengign but hard to find

Fine confined line

That exists in not what we do

But our why

You say there might be a distance

A stark dissonance

In what exists and

What we manifest

But the feelings in our dreams

When we sit

Lay to rest

Are made of the same matter

The same atoms that spur why they exist

So you may not be able to fly

But for all it matters you can soar above

And you may not get that moment back

The one you’re thinking of

But ma’am

But sir

In your dreams and your life

They both exist

Because you can love.