The hard wooden pillow
Of a desk holds your head
The chair where you sit
Takes the place of your bed
Your dreams are projected
On an LED display
You sleep through the night
Just to dream through the day
Your ears are assailed
By electrical wails
That match what you see
Those illusory tales
But who’s dreaming who
Can we tell what is true?
When it’s all in the mind
The light makes us all blind
A Life in Poems 