Daylight follows firelight <br />reality follows dreams <br />dreams become cloudy <br />mixed with reality <br />which is really me? <br /> <br />Maybe on the telephone <br />joined by wires instead of touch <br />I find escape <br /> <br />Telephone connections <br />neural connections <br />where's the difference? <br />all stays inside my head <br />my body far removed <br />from all unreality <br /> <br />When neural connections <br />lose cable connections <br />and the nerve ends feel <br />the touch of soft warm flesh <br />there's more than static <br />there's crazy reality <br /> <br />Feel the reality <br />touch the dream <br /> <br />But dreams are dreams <br />and reality is here <br />I feel, I touch <br />only in my dreams <br /> <br />I live my reality<br /><br />Nita Strauss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/telephone-unreality/
