Dream rooms

What´s inside the dry spin toward sleep?
how much realness hidews itself in the images?
These dream rooms have space for me
this escape is sometimes nothing more than a dead end

Through the coloured scented façades
Every experience you´ve had jumbled mixed
and served while you sleep
From snow to tropical sunlight I feel it truly

These dream rooms where I can capture mystery
interrogate her to understand life
and send her on her way just to follow her
deeper and deeper