Sleep Walker

I drift in between reality and the unseen
Wandering amongst trees and streams I hid in my dreams
This world is not at all what it seems
And it does not adhere to what existence deems
In this private space my head bleeds
Lucid are our visions and deeds
For in here we do not contort to normal needs
A fragile construct with glass ideals
An unconscious conduct is what the third eye reveals