Are we home yet, or is my mind mistaking memory for actuality?nThe sky drifts beneath my dreams.nIs there a chance I'm still alseep?nnAt my journey's end, am I still living amongst the billions lost?nAnd will we ever gain control of ourselves, or of our lives?nWill we have the strength to seek truth in our own foreign direction?nWhy must we remain frozen still?nnThe sight of the ceiling will rescue me from the cycle, but will my eyes ever make that leap?