Dream Of Our World

Dream Of Our World
© Surazeus
2024 12 07

Every morning before the crack of dawn 
I must rise at the sunless hour of five 
to shower and prepare my mental mask 
in order to avoid with agile hope 
my mind getting stuck in the last dream loop 
designed by my subconscious state of faith. 

My mind gets stuck in dream loop of respect 
where I ascend on wingless breath of hope 
to enter values in network of roads 
so I calculate sociological force 
framed to advance psychological growth 
based on landscape of conceptual esteem. 

Each fractal structure which unravels space, 
outwinding admiration through wide bounds, 
contains specific features painting clear 
composite aspect of ancestral worth 
imbued with atmosphere of psychic glow 
which formulates how I perceive the world. 

The rugged mountains my forefathers climb, 
to explore celestial realm of desire 
supporting humble church of holy thought, 
retains unchanging meadow of insight 
where lessons learned from bright epiphanies 
program cautious approach I take to life. 

The neatly organized maze of town roads, 
cluttered with various buildings of resolve, 
where my foremothers search with tense respect 
for safe haven to study human history, 
extends objective signs of shifting paths 
for plotting pointless possibilities. 

Forever searching for the somewhere class, 
where faceless teachers encode secret tales 
with cryptic puzzles I still hope to solve, 
I journey forward on the changing road 
that loops round reasonable return of fact 
encased in symbols which negate the lie. 

Each endless cycle of the whirling clock 
designs new purpose for the same old quest 
to battle dragon in Illusion Cave 
and save humanity from hungry hope, 
then build paradise inside civil walls 
till our empire collapses in sad war. 

Yet when I wake from endless looping dream 
the real world woven by rays of sunlight 
remains the same landscape with city maze 
constraining frantic energy of fear 
in daily rituals through worshipful work 
we employ to maintain dream of our world.