We are but a dream for the dreamed,
only to realize, we've been redeemed.
To be hopeless nor do I be the same;
in this dream, I have no name.
My words remain unspoken,
all I am is broken.
There's no darkness nor there light,
a world be seen in day or night.
A world where water's black, sky is red
and all life is full of dread.
There's so much fear and agony here,
it feels like our end is near.
Is this a nightmare of reality?
If so, its brutality-
for I see people stopped to pray,
“Have we lost our way?”