My Banal Realities

As if walking upon a dream,

Whence sleep is dancing,

With my hours of waking;

How cloyingly sweet they seem.

My futile elucidations,

To clarify my silly predicaments,

As if to reassure and reaffirm,

My banal realities.

Never cross those lines,

So prettily put and juxtaposed,

A barrier between dreams,

And sordid whims.

Put my mind at rest,

I can't;

Thus I keep on pondering,

My banal realities.