This is that story, about
breaking the fourth wall.
Illusion or now,
I did not realise that
It was just a dream.
Or so it seems,
and in this funny dream
I was born, I
grew up, I had a nap,
got old, was sold
into the idea of heaven,
not a place on Earth,
Not enough days left in the cart,
tried to be smart,
and then, no singing,
The alarm on my phone was ringing.
I wake up, and
continued with my life,
even got a wife,
put some kilo,
built a silo, a dog
called Milo,
got old, strange feeling,
and then my phone's alarm was ringing.
A dream inside
another dream,
it seems, and I wake up again.
Since then
I was always almost waiting
for the alarm to ring,
and to bring to me
another life, a way to be, as
I would wake up,
from this strange life
that I am dreaming right now.
It is not like
the reality
It is so much stranger than the fiction.
Or is it?
