Real or Dream

If the themes are real then why does it seem like a dream?

Surreal scenes in my field.

I used to believe I could feel.

I used to believe I could heal.

I used to believe I could deal.

I used to sit with ease like a hill, sit my on knees and I could chill.

At peace with my will but even these deeds wouldn't decrease my ill.

With these needs being unfilled these leads from freaks keep reaping me still.

I can't sleep, it's keeping me thrill.

Why are there all these creeps seeking to spill secrets that bill?

I guess they've got their reasons to be demons and kill.

Like the seas and seasons be a sequence of trill.

Like the trees and bees need seedlings to drill.

These peeps need teachings to steal my peace and my will.