Dilemma on Life & Dream

Dream, when we’re  half asleep, either with closed or opened eyes.

Life, when dream's absences, either with our vision hidden, or seen by others.

I dream, just to escape life that’s there with me. Desiring the tomorrow’s while all that’s worth living — happening right now.

The works of today, just for the sake of hope that I’ll be showering with mirth, and virtue at the indefinite future.

Why do I try to escape myself?

Why do I betray the one whose been working, rather loving the one who’s just an image?

Dream stung me like heroin. Even worst, cause I don’t have to find a dealer to inject it. Takes away life of mine. Put me in endless running race, with only one blurry eyes opened. The others still closed. Dreaming in it sleeps.