Isn't it what it seems?

All I have are my dreams
And they don't sing me to sleep
I wake up screaming at the sun
And then I fall into another one

In a world made of oceans
I found a circular motion
While watching towers decay
While losing sight of my place
I want to find a way home
And feel the sand in my toes
And not feel salt-water soaked
My stomach turns in my throat

I should let it all sink
And stop trying to think
My way out is a hole
A timeless carving in stone.