are they the hallucinations of a clouded mind, groggy with desks of dog-eared pages
or are they the imaginings of a lucid mind, energized with hyperactive sheep in grassy meadows?
are they the future pensive yearnings of young students, ambitious and ready to grow up
or are they the careers of a society prizing ruthless work ethics and long hours?
are they the key to the subconscious, the hidden desires in the wake of disturbed waters
or are they thinly-veiled impossibilities masquerading as whimsical façades?
well, maybe i’ll find the answer if i sleep on it.