Hibernating in the zone
Listening to nature's tones
Coasting through the dreamcatcher's home
Viewing interviews with vampires and black widows,
But can't comprehend why I'm seeing this while I sleep;
Voices floating through my mental anatomy
Wonder how I made it out the insanity
Without a blemished image of reality;
Hibernating in the zone
Replaying what has been spoken in stereo and different convos
Even re-reading all types of prose
And I still don't know why I'm traveling through the dreamcatcher's home;
Maybe I'm lost in translation,
Or I'm just another stop at the weight station,
Or perhaps maybe I'm destine to protects Father's babies;
Am I properly prepared,
Or Am I consumed with other's fears?
Hibernating in the dreamcatcher's zone
Contemplating where is home…