But is it all a Dream...

Saw the line between day and night
    as clear it was as the difference
between what's wrong and what is right
     Saw a robin hopping on the lawn
looking for a worm in the wet morning grass
     so it could sing its morning song
As the morning turning from black to blue
     heard squirrels rustling in the leaves
wondering what they would do
     As i pondered what i am and what i seem
could not help but wonder
     if this was all a dream
but then again if it truly was
     it could not be mine simply because
there are so many things about my life
     i would surely change
or turn around or rearrange
     and is it not strange how we all deal
with the imagined and the real
     that is in fact the difference we can tell
we choose our own heaven or our hell
     we decide the dream in which we spend
the sooner we wake the sooner it ends...