Strange as it can sometimes seem,
Yes, just like a dream, everything is in motion
In this life, just like it is supposed to be.
Everyone plays their part, from the very start, even when
We second-guess, and are confused about
The hidden art, which conjures such scenes
Of mystery, confusion, and, yes sometimes
Living inside of the unknown can be precarious,
And even downright gregarious and, at times,
Even quite nefarious.
Yet, living inside a dream isn’t always as
It seems. There is a rhyme and reason in
Every season, even when, maybe, especially
When we are searching for a reason.