Lie

I lie, I have lied, I lie still
buried in the infinite void of thoughts,
buried in infinite void thoughts,
buried in the infinite thoughts devoid of thoughts,
with a mind gnawed by overturned dreams turning over.
Dreams, something which means nothing,
dreams... nothing else means anything.

Do you really live in reality?
A reality which gives the comfort of sleep
to a traveler who has traveled more than
many a hundred miles looking for shelter
where an ounce of sleep could ease the load
of leaden eyes.
Or is the oasis with overgrown date palms
which the traveler saw from a mile
with his undeceiving eyes, but a mirage?