A Dream within a Dream (Psychedelic Rock)

[00:00] I [06:34] II Am I awake? ahh… Oooo… If the dream felt real enough… how would I know where waking begins? Mmh… still dreaming… click… click… What I receive I call the world. What I remember I call myself. What I fear becomes a border. What I name becomes a shelf. ahh… not the world… not the self… Aaaah… Oooo… Reality… or still dreaming? A thought inside another thought. Reality… or still dreaming? I wake up where the dream was caught. Dream by dream, room by room, I open my eyes inside the bloom. ahh… mmh… ha… Maybe waking is only a stable dream. Maybe dreaming is reality without agreement. Maybe the vision was not truth. Maybe truth is another costume. constructed… received… believed… The island appears when memory turns. The sky rearranges what the body learns. The face in the water looks back at me. Is it a mirror or someone free? free… not free… ahh… A dream within a dream, a door inside a door. The more I touch the real, the more it opens more. A dream within a dream, a wave inside the sea. What if the one who wakes is also dreaming me? Oooo… Aaaah… dreaming me… Was it real? Was it mine? Was it light folded in time? Reality… or still dreaming? The question learns to breathe. Reality… or still dreaming? The answer starts to leave. I do not know. I do not fall. I float between the veil and wall. Oooo… Aaaah… Mmm… Not illusion… not truth… only seeing passing through… ahh…