Being Alive

Why do dreams, enter scenes
Awareness to explore
What it means, grow the seed
Your own expense, to ignore
Adjust and swim, see the trend
Of a wave, heading to the shore
As it nears, rising fears
Giving cues, from the lore
What can you do, is it a ruse
A random rogue to pass
Or something more, from a core
Change of the guards, at last
But if false, the rain to douse
The fires from burning you
See the intention, chosen direction
No more clothes, says the fool
Play a tune, nothing left to lose
Getting higher with each strum
Any deal, a laugh to reel
Being alive, is much more fun