Am i asleep?

I forgot how to tell

Am I somewhere between Heaven and Hell?

 

I hear rustling of feet and the swaying of grass 

A subtle hint of a babies cry or maybe a laugh

Its just ignorance and innocence 

 

In my mind im painting a picture

but it just comes out blank

They say you control your own dreams?

Well i can’t 

 

See i wanted to be a man who watched their kids grow

Play sports, watch movies, birthdays and much more

But now time as stopped 

At least it seems that way 

 

Now my dreams are my past…future..my present