Stuck between dreamt lines

Flying with my mind, trying to see past these obscene lines,
between two of so many, stuck in the middle again.
Ignoring any so-called knowledge from people who know little more than I,
exhausted of hearing the vague statement, "but your just dreaming".

I only dream of how concepts of social evolution murder, finding myself alone
while being so close to life, so in a way...it seems backward to the mind.
Dwindling down to only me, and doubtfully you, but my hope does not falter.
Even while everyone else tries to flee and escape away into space.

Gasping for reason in the darkness, your left in an aftermath of doubt.
Seeking safety from thoughts, we notice there is only silence in space.
These opaque lines appear quite challenging, but only when clearly visible.
Being suffocated in ideals and in vast detail, proceed to speed through the process.

Hands engaged in monotonous ticking with the passing seconds.
Their hands mechanically move, faster faster faster or so it seems.
only quickening the drain from weakening cells, racing to become immobile,
until the hands finally stop... The power source is simply reinvented and replaced.

Determined in heart, I spill out the entirety of my remaining integrity,
sadly in the absence of the sun, where the lowly moon shadows my actions.
Thus lacking a decent witness as to properly pedagogue, as if I even desire that,
regardless the resulting self-confidence is unstructured and lacks design.

So now that I've arrived here... Does this still seem like a dream?
Yes, as the world is still wrapped in dated cellophane.
Choking us until lack of oxygen rots the mind.
So it seems as though most of reality should be grounded in dreams.