Am I dreaming?
Was the last tune I played so heavenly that I drifted off to an Outerspace Estate?
If so, waking up will be a mistake
Essays written by various keys
Documentation of the actual versions of me
Through unorganized sound
Hopeful that you define me as beyond the term profound
Something hand written
Categorized as something a bit different
But the question remains: Am I dreaming?
Is it the format or 'SHE' who is singing?
A note
Full of literary quotes
From an ungraduated Professor
But also a successor
To scream your name from the rooftops
And never think about the word "stop"
Yet every document has to end
The same way that it begins
With a dream....
Am I honestly a professor? Or Am I a musician?
