I don’t really know how I feel about my dreams sometimes.
They have taken me to every continent on Earth.
They have me as a family man, a loner, a warrior,
a coward, a murderer, a prince, and a loser.
Are they real? I can taste the cultures in my mind.
The kiss of a wife, the stabs of an enemy, the casting out
of a society.
But I am a young man living in New Jersey;
I want to be real and not a dream…