'Dream Or Drugs' Poem by David Cleveland

Is life a lie, or a bunch of dreams?
A make-believe world, that's not what it seems.
I dreamed last night, that I killed a man.
I didn't use a gun, I did it by hand.
And in this dream, I saw his family so sad.
His children were crying, for they just lost their dad.
In my dream, I asked his children not to cry.
When I wake up, you'll see your dad didn't die.
As I woke from this dream, I found myself in a cell.
So if this is a dream, how come I'm in jail?