Questioning lucidity...

Eyes wide open,
I have woken,
woken when I didn't want to wake,
I'm not ready,
I still need to bake,
I'm still partially baked batter,
I'm not yet a cake.

I was sleeping,
now I'm awake,
all I see is real,
I like surreal.

I never wanted lucidity,
now I've reached it,
the craziness has fallen in a pit,
a pit too small,
this lucidity is driving me crazy,
I might just fall,
being lucid is hazy.

My eyes are wide open,
more then I'd like,
I hate that condescending sight,
should I disgracefully fight?
Fight until I reach the magical light?

My dreams are a beautiful arc,
lucidity straightens it all out,
lucidity breaks my heart.

People say aiming for the sky is too high,
what do you know,
you can't fly.
I ask why?
Why can't I fly?
I question lucidity,
I question them,
why can't lucidity be questioned?
I thought it wasn't written,
I question lucidity,
I question,
I question and listen.

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