Who's the man who sometimes stands in front of me in my dreams?
Why are his eyes so black?
His hair matches.
He is so much taller than me,
I think if I tried to reach his shoulders I would have failed.
I see so much when I'm in his realm.
So much to see,
And yet my eyes must open before I see it all.
Next time, the world is different.
But it's the same place anyhow.
Because the man is there.