Lucid.

I want something more than my waking moments,
To walk in a dream, controlling all its components,
 Every aspect I'll direct, every scene my creation,
I'm in total control of this inner narration,
Inside this dream i could surly fly,
Defying earths gravity, touching the sky,
I'd look in my mind, reveal my true soul,
The corridors of dreams is where I would stroll,
Crossing the galaxies, in the blink of an eye,
Knowing the unknown, the who, what, and why,
While in this realm, I'll make what I feel,
Shaping reality from serene to surreal,
As master of nothing, the creator of all,
Alive in illusion, I hear someone call,
Saying: " To have this power, one must lose it,
Give it to god, cause you cannot chose it,
I already know what he would reveal,
Controlling your dreams is a lofty ideal.