I dream of the glistening glare as I look up into
the sun.
I dream of the limber grass bending as I touch.
I dream of my little boy making a homerun.
Is this all too much?
Yet, you still ask me if I could see
What I see is beyond the fabric of reality.
What I see is the monsters of the mind
and the dreams of the living.
Is this all too much?
