Maybe

Maybe time doesn't exist
(just you and me)
Maybe God is but a dream
(necessary that it maybe be)
Maybe you are God's beautifullest creation
(and I, the necessary side effect)
Maybe the universe is His life trap
(what keeps us thinking, and alive).
Or maybe, maybe, you are my very own dream,
the world, your coveted and intimate frame
and thus, I refrain from waking up:
out of fear of having to face a reality without you.
So I'll keep sleeping,
as long as you are there.
And if
(or once)
you are gone,
I'll wake up:
for just long enough to ensure that, once I lie down again,
I'll be forever sleeping,
forever looking for you in my new dream,
my eternal dream,
always with you